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Every fiber of my being has been ripped out of me and thrown away. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. At first I was just shocked, and saddened by such a tragic event. Then I became angry, angry that she had to go to, such a beautiful, young baby. Now I'm numb. I have no feeling. I look like a blank cnavas because I show no emotion in my face. Summer is ruined. Loch Leven is ruined. Last night George and I drove down to the beach and drove home because I thought it would clear my head and make me feel better. It did, for a little while. Then of course, I watched the news and there was their story. I don't understand it. I don't understand the irony of how I talked to Sabreena the morning that it happened. Or how I really can't get a hold of the fact that they're gone. The worst part of this is is that there's probably 3,000 other people out there feeling the same way as me, because he's inspired and chnaged so many peoples' lives. And how I always think of Tina, Sabreena, and Clarissa and how they lost their husband, dad, daughter, and sister in one instant. I don't know what to believe anymore.