December 14th, 1999
It is December, and the first snowfall has come. I am deeply excited for Christmas.
Though, I miss the wonderful song of the morning birds. I was sad to watch them all fly away, I watched while sitting on my swing.
I thought about being a bird, I would love to be a Blackbird. Their beautiful black feather shine with the sun, and their bright orange beaks pecking at the ground for worms and other insects.
Watching them scavenge for food along the forest floors they soar through the air, free.
I would die to be able to fly away every winter and fly to a warm paradise and to have to worry about nothing. Then to return home to a fresh spring with beautiful blossoms popping up everywhere.
My life then would be truly perfect, until then I'll watch the Blackbird from my window, and hold onto the feather I have. I shall ever hold it within my grave, it hopes I will turn into a beautiful blackbird.
February 6th, 2000
Died peacefully in her sleep, with her family by her side. Cause of death was Cancer. This was the last Diary entry. After the funeral.. it is said a Blackbird was seen flying towards south.