From what I understand he is trying to get out so he can do physical therapy. Physical therapy can be done in a jail cell, or a hospital bed <--I know from personal experience. Him. The man that got into his Suburban, turned the key with meth running through his veins, jumped a 3 foot tall landscaped median and hit our Subaru Outback going 60 mph on Christmas Eve. Severely injuring 3 out of 4 of us; killing 1 of the 3, and changing our lives forever. I have to be in the same room with him. He nor his family has made any effort to apologize to us.
I keep having thoughts running through my head. Will I even look at him? Will I yell and scream at him? Will I want to yell and scream at him? Will I cry? Will I feel angry? Can I hold it together?
We've met with our Crime advocate 'guy' who explained to us how this process goes. He told us an interesting fact: only about 1 in 20 cases end up making it to trial. I find this to be an interesting statistic. A small percentages of cases get thrown out etc, but most of the time they don't make it to trial due to plea bargains. As an example of a plea bargain we would agree that the prosecutor drop a percentage of his charges and he agrees to plead guilty to the rest. The trial process would be over but he wouldn't get as many counts on his record. This, is highly unlikely to happen in our case. He was charged with (3) 2nd degree felonies. One for the injuries he caused to me, one for Ryan, and one for the injury/death of Colum. It would be almost impossible for us to agree to drop any of these (3), being what they represent. As in, we are very most-likely going to trial baby! We are the 1 out of the 20.
It's also disheartening to know that he has an attorney whom will be fighting for him... fighting against us. Fighting against the people who were driving home, headed eastbound on their side of the road, following all the laws, and minding their own business. I know that this is just part of the justice system of our beautiful country, but when it's happening to you, it's hard. I want him/us to all have a fair trial, and the 'fight' is a big part of that. I'm glad that we are on the 'good guys' team.
One minute Colum was right behind me living and breathing anticipating Santa Claus, and the next minute we were hit; he was gone. This man has changed me. I cry everyday and literally ache because of his decisions.
|Christmas Day. Our little boy on life support. Our last moments with him.|
|Daddy saying goodbye.|
We will fight. Fight for our aching bodies. Fight for the life cut short of our precious son. I love you Colum. Mommy and Daddy are going to fight until the end for you! Fight to keep this one man off the road! We are broken, but we are strong.
|Colum, you were perfect. You were beautiful. Your happiness was contagious. I miss you.|
|He would turn on the radio button in this little car & dance and dance. I love him.|
|I miss those eyes squinting in the sunlight.|