You killed my stepson nearly two years ago, but yet you are still roaming free.
Do you realise what you have done? You not only took a life but you have destroyed a family; you took a son from his father and also a father from his son – as my stepson’s girlfriend was expecting when you shot and killed him.
The boy is now being raised by his grandmother and he will never know his father, nor will my stepson ever hold his son in his arms, because of you.
You broke my husband’s spirit; he is no longer the man he once was. He now drinks to numb the pain and has all but forgotten about his two young daughters, because of you. I am the one who has been trying to pick up the pieces of my husband’s broken heart.
It has been nearly two years since you killed my husband’s son, but he saw you for the first time in court yesterday, and do you know what? I have not seen my husband since he left for court yesterday, because of you.
Do you even think of what you did, do you? How sick must you have been to drink yourself to a stupor and go shoot blindly at people?
But you must not have been that drunk because you shot to kill; you shot him in his thigh, neck and chest.
He still managed to run to his mother’s house where he finally succumbed to his wounds and for my husband to find him still lying there, not even being able to touch his son because of you.
You are the killer, but yet you were placed in protective custody because you have money.
What did my stepson do to you that justified you taking his life?
You thought you were doing the people a favour, but you never thought of the destruction you left in your wake.
Your family is still in one piece but my and my husband’s are in tatters because of you.
I hope your conscience keeps you up at night, the way my husband cannot sleep because of what you have done.