Broken Heart

My sister-in-law's best friend was murdered 12 years ago.  I didn't live at home when this happened, no did I know my brother's wife that well.

Finally justice was served and the felon was convicted to 20 years, let's not talk about plea bargains!

I get a call from Stacy asking if I would listen to what she was going to read during the victims statement segment of the hearing.  I was at a friend's house so I moved away from my friends to take her call, family is important and I figured she needed to talk. Her letter made me cry.  I don't like crying, let alone in someone elses' house where they can see and hear me.  Stacy and I talked about the letter and that the criminal should hear how much grief he caused in her life, and the fact that her children never knew their godmother.  They were too young when she was murdered.  A hit was put out on her by her husband's ex girlfriend. Ex before his marriage in all fairness to him.

When the time came to read the beautiful letter, she couldn't read the part about what silly things she and her friend would do together.  She only told of the person he took away from her. She called to tell me this and I knew she was looking for validation that it was okay,  She really didn't want him to know the fun parts of their friendship, didn't think he deserved it.  I'm not so sure.  I think he should have heard about the fun these two teenagers/young adults had together. He took orders from someone else to kill her, he didn't even know her, so yes, I think it's time you got to know her so you can think her from time to time when you are in prison for the crime you committed.

I was straightforward with my opinion when Stacy asked, but, I was also sympathetic.  Sometimes I don't understand what people want me to say, and I think that's a good thing, because then I say what should be said because there is no filter on my brain. I am not mean, I think sometimes my statements are like a little kid who says what they are observing not knowing the adults are trying to avoid say there is a pink elephant in the room.

Maybe, even though I continue to be told I'm not quite right( and all the pills I take validates that) I am just what the doctor ordered.