Ridge Alkoni

Mt.Fuji sightseeing, 

can drive a car , 

However, at restaurants, kill East Asians, 

of the American military, 

of Utah, mens, 

"altitude sickness".

It was around 1:00 PM on May 29, 2021, in Fujinomiya City, Shizuoka Prefecture.
I was murdered.
I was murdered alongside my daughter's husband, leaving my daughter behind.

I was 85 years old. My stepson, who was murdered alongside me, was 54. In front of my daughter, he was run over and killed by an American tourist in a car.

It was a horrifying moment. In front of my eyes, my stepson was run over and killed by an American driver.

I was screaming something, unable to utter a word. 
And then, he.

My daughter witnessed it all. Neither my daughter nor I had ever seen a family member die before.

It was a sight like none before. 
He bled from his head, dying right in front of us. 
I was helpless, blood flowing.

I thought I would be killed then and there, just like my stepson who was with me, helpless and murdered.

My daughter cried out, and I had already lost sight.

It was over. In the next moment, my consciousness faded away. I thinking it might be a dream.

I could smell the blood of my stepson. He should be lying on the road, face up.

In front of my daughter,My stepson died.

The last glimpse of my daughter showed her crying, but I could no longer do anything.

I felt no more pain, and whether I had consciousness or not, I couldn't tell.

Someone lifted me up.Then, something enveloped me.

Gradually losing consciousness, I realized I was also going to die.

Finally, I could open my eyes.

There was my daughter's face.

She was still crying.

I desperately tried to say something, but no words came out.

Almost unable to see, I still understood.

I understood that my daughter had desperately lifted me, that she had cried, saying, "It's going to be okay." 

I wanted to know what had happened last, but I no longer understood anything.

Whether my daughter witnessed my end or what my stepson saw in the end, I didn't know.

All I could do in the end was recall the faces of my daughter and stepson.

Was this a dream?

Or was it reality?

I no longer knew anything.

In my final moments, as I lost consciousness, I believe the words I uttered were, "Take care."

What can I do now?

I want to know.

This is my experience.

Even now, I often dream about that day when I died at 85.

Despite having died, I see it vividly.

Sometimes, I visit my daughter.

Where did my stepson go?

I don't have the courage to ask.

I think it's not something I should do.

What happened at that moment and afterward?

I don't understand why I dream about that day and where my stepson went.

My stepson and I were together at that moment.

He was struck by a car driven by an American.

When we were standing in front of the restaurant.

What happened, and how did it end?

I can't talk about it anymore, and we won't talk about it.

We died.

But I say,

"Take care,"

and,

"Take care."

On that day, I couldn't do anything. Regretting my helplessness, I say to you,

"Take care,"

and,

"Take care."