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17th of May 2023 - 14 days after the incident

It was 2 weeks after the incident and there was going to be a concert held for Julijana. The song she produced before she died had blown up online since she passed.

It had many streams and became the number 1 streamed song in Serbia. This made her parents feel very proud.

They got one of Julijanas cousin Zara to sing the song in her memory at the concert. This is because she was really close with Zara.

It made a lot of people cry as that because it was a very beautiful song with a powerful meaning and with her gone, it seemed to mean more.

Quite a few people showed up in support. It was free to attend but donations were optional which was a great gesture.

After the concert, Julijanas parents went on stage and made a speech, Aleksander stood with them

"Well" Nikola began "We would just like to thank you all for coming to this concert in memory of our daughter, Julijana. We are forever going to be broken and will never heal but we are still happy to let her memory live on. She should not have died the way she did, the world is cruel. She should be stood here today, singing her own song but she couldn't. We know that she is looking down on us very proudly right now and she will always be here to protect us. We love you Julijana and this was for you"

When she finished, everyone in the room began to cheer and shout "For Julijana" which made the parents very happy.

They knew that their daughters passing would forever, leave a hole in the heart that would never be patched up. They were grateful that they could still let her memory live on. They didn't want her name to be forgotten and they would forever do everything they could to make that not happy.

They wish things would have gone differently, but they didn't so they just have to make the most of what they have left.

They knew that life is too short, and nobody should take it for granted, and this is a prime example of why.

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