My heart is with my friend.
Next week one of my co-workers—and a good friend—will attend the trial of the person responsible for the death of her 22-year-old daughter nearly three years ago. Her daughter’s boyfriend was killed in the same incident. There’s no doubt that the woman who will finally go on trial was responsible for these deaths—the only thing to be determined is the level of negligence.
I won’t share any specific details of the event that killed these two young people, because it’s not my story to tell—and I can’t even attempt to be unbiased. I’ll just say that they were on the threshold of endless possibilities in their lives—both within months of completing training to enter helping professions–and in one instant it all ended.
There have been so many delays of this trial over the past three years that I can’t even keep track of them all. There have been nearly thirty pre-trial courtroom appearances concerning this case—my friend has attended every one of them. It makes me wonder how “cruel and unusual punishment” is defined, because it seems to me that having to go through these endless postponements has been very cruel to the loved ones and friends of both of these young people.
Any death of a child is beyond horrible. Parents are not meant to bury their children. In my friend’s case, the situation is escalated because her daughter was her only child, and she was a single mom. I don’t know how she’s managed to keep it together as she has.
I don’t know what the outcome of this will be. I can only hope that my friend will get some measure of closure when it’s over. I’m trying very hard to believe some sort of justice will finally be served.
Not my usual light-hearted Six Word Saturday today—but my heart is too full for anything else right now. Thanks for reading.