Dear Deer,
I’m very sorry about the fateful (and fatal) way we met on Friday night past. I did not want to smash into you with my SUV, but you really left me no choice. Standing in the opposite lane in the pitch black on M-55 at 10pm was a poor choice on your part, I must point out.
In my history, you are the first deer I have hit and killed. I know this must be surprising to you given that I was born and raised in Michigan and I have driven here all my life. Killing a deer seems to be a right of passage in the Wolverine State, and apparently, I’m quite delayed in joining this destructive club.
You should know that I was very upset and bothered by this experience. After Ben reprimanded me for hitting you and screaming (a mistake on his part since he did not see the accident because he was online..yes, I know, you can do that in a car now!), I broke down and sobbed about the life I took. Seriously. I could not even get out and look at the damage you did, nor could I affirm that you were indeed dead on the side of the road. Ben took care of these details for me.
You left a permanent mark on my Equinox, marks that will take $3600 to repair. You also left several tufts of hair stuck in broken parts of my car, little reminders of the suicide you committed a week ago. I’m happy to say I have insurance, so my portion of this bill will be markedly less. The car is getting fixed tomorrow so I do not have to relive the incident again and again when I see the multiple broken parts scattered across the front of my car.
I hope you are resting comfortably in a happier place or rejoining your relatives who have also passed before you. As for myself, I will be watching the roads with more vigilance and living without my car for the next 4-7 days.
Rest in peace,
Holly