Thank you for your kind words, Oceanbreeze. I agree that Becky would want me to move on, and I have done so. I still think of her and it no longer hurts to do so. I just wish you guys could have known her, she was something else, At this point they do not think I will be called to testify, so we will see. I do not think ill of the suspect any longer: strangely enough, he will simply get whatever is coming to him, in whatever form it may be, and I have already accepted that fact. I will just be glad to have all this over and done with.I'm sorry, Beowulf. I hope you can find some peace now.
If I may, I lost a dear friend of mine back in 2007. Different scenerio. She was killed by a drunk and drugged driver. The lady responsible pled no contest and she was put in prison for 4 yrs. Not long enough, but, it is what it is.
Anyway, I'm trying to say this.... Whatever the outcome of the trial, remember your friend. The scum that took your friends' life doesn't deserve your time or energy. After my friend died, I was very angry at the total disregard for her life. I was also angry that the killer only got four years of prison time. However, I had to realize that *I* had to go on. That I could not change anything. Not only that, but my friend would NOT want me to be bitter about it. It wasn't easy to put certain feelings aside and let them go, but, I did.
Your friend will always be in your thoughts. Let the courts decide the fate of the person who killed her. Even if it's not the outcome you hope for, KNOW that justice will prevail; regardless. Karma has a way of getting people...
Hang in there and I wish you the best.
Thanks for the update.
The wheels of justice grind slowly.
Dang, it sure does, eh?
I feel funny saying I'm happy for you. But, I am. It's never joyous when someone is convicted of murder, but like you said, maybe there can be closure now. Becky sounds like a wonderful person and it's sad that her life was taken like it was. May she rest in peace.
So, I thought up an idea: in a couple months after sentencing we will lug a cannon up a steep hill through the woods to a spot atop a cliff overlooking the Missouri river, one of her favorite spots. We will put some of her personal effects in to the cannon, say a few words, and fire away. She would have loved that.