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Our ONLY daughter
was a beautiful,
sweet,
,
talented,
extremely intelligent,
shy, sensitive, artistic, creative young
woman who was newly married to a smart, talented, caring,
vivacious, artistic and creative young man with an unending
humorous side to him. A young woman who stood so firmly
against any drug usage that at the time of her four impacted
wisdom teeth removal last year she would not take any pain
killers after the surgery. A daughter who was every bit of our
heart and our soul. It took us 7 years to have her and each
and every day was a blessing that we thanked GOD for. She
and I would go shopping together and loved going into bath
and body works to smell the fragrances
or weld go to the
mall or Walmart to just walk around. She used to hike with
her dad and brother. We were a very close knit family who
moved to this community for a cleaner and better life for our
children...this
is where it got us.
On September 26, 2006, as my daughter smiled and gave me
the thumbs up leaving the driveway with our wonderful son
in law Brandon, the next time I saw her, she was dead on an
icy cold table at the University of TN medical center. Killed
by someone who did everything
my daughter was so against.
We could no longer help our daughter like we had always
done in the past. We were helpless. It was merely 7 weeks
after she and Brandon were married. I still have nightmares.
Their wedding and honeymoon was the happiest day of her
life and of his. We loved Brandon as if he were our own son.
We can no longer laugh with her, cry with her. We cannot
see her graduate from college where she was going for a
degree in Criminal Justice and for which she had full
scholarships
to. We cannot see the babies her and Brandon
would have had together. We cannot smell her perfume as
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she walks by. We cannot see her smile. We cannot
soft skin. We cannot hear her laughter.
touch
her
Jenilyn would keep us laughing with her humor, she would
astound us with her intelligence.
She had a love of the
1920.s to 1950.s era and would much rather see a movie
from then than to see the current movies. She was a clean
loving child growing up who made us so proud of her each
and every day.
Jenny was a natural dancer and danced in competitions.
She strived to get the A to A+ grades that she got all
through school. I never had teachers calling me nor the law
telling me my daughter was into any trouble. She lived life to
the fullest without causing trouble. She was the daughter,
sister, niece, cousin, friend
of many people.
On that Tuesday afternoon, YOU devastated
our families.
YOU ripped our families apart. YOU destroyed us. Do you
know what it is like to wake up in the morning feeling like
your heart has been ripped out or trying to sleep feeling like
it has been ripped out? Can you even IMAGINE having to
rush to a hospital and seeing your child laying lifeless on a
table caused through no fault of their own?
Our pain lives with us every minute, every day of our lives.
We will NEVER be the same. My son was so close to his big
sister and each and every day he has to live through this
himself. He has so many things he wants to tell his sister
and brother in law and no longer can. They used to take him
places and now he doesn.t have them. He has felt immense
pain that a child should not have to feel...EVER.
Our first encounter in the courtroom your attorney asked the
TN Highway patrolman if he ever asked if YOU had high
blood pressure or diabetes. Did YOU ever ask
How are
those kids? Do they still have a pulse, are they breathing?
Our poor Brandon was already gone and our daughter was
pretty much lifeless at that point.
When in court in April there was some talk about you being
uneducated
and not understanding.
My grandmother
had a
third grade education and SHE knew right from wrong.
Either way, you were NOT supposed to be out driving
without a drivers license that was ordered by a judge and in
a noninsured vehicle nonetheless.
No one forced pills down
your throat.
It is time in this world that people take responsibility
for
their OWN actions. If you had been a responsible
individual
our little girl and our son in law would still be alive, still be
breathing and still making us happy. How would you have
felt if that was your own daughter and your own son instead
of someone elses? I am hoping that each night you go to bed
and you wake up that you remember the faces of those two
whose lives you violently took away. I could only wish you
could feel the pain we feel each and every day. How hard it
is to go on and face the world. How we have to take a
minute at a time sometimes to get through a single minute,
hour or day. There is no greater loss than the loss of a child
especially when the death was so senseless. How many
times I have wished that it was me instead of them, how
many times we wake up and are mad that we are still alive
and they are not. I would have layed my life down on the
road for those two kids. If I had done what YOU have done, I
could not live with myself or look at myself in the mirror.
YOU have to live with yourself and you need to remember
each and every day how your irresponsibility
brought fatality
to two young, newly married people who had so much to live
for. I don-t have an ounce of pity for you or your family nor
do I feel sorry for anyone of you. How would you have felt if
that was YOUR 18 year old daughter or 21 year old son?
None of you can possibly imagine our pain unless you have
been dealt this in your lives.
The only reason we have agreed to this plea is because of
the pain mentally and physically to our already shattered
lives. I don-t feel we could live through a trial of seeing
pictures of our childrens mangled lifeless bodies or every
detail of their autopsies nor can we hear --excuses-- as to
why this happened or how --you-- didn-t mean it. We need to
try and pick up the pieces of our shattered lives and try to
go on although at times I-m not sure we can. I know .Jenny
and Brandon would want us to try and go on. Will we ever
forgive you? Don-t count on it because it will not happen.
I ask that the court, if possible, have HIM honor these two
bright young adults in some way each anniversary of their
death. Be it an apology printed in the local paper or a letter
of apology written and having to be read amongst his prison
mates. I ask that he work in prison and the money he makes
go into restitution
of .Jenny-s medical bills that amount to
almost $60,000, her funeral expenses of almost $5500 and
our therapy bills of almost $2500 and growing.
I know that when life ends for all of us, we will be in Heaven
with our children again. You, Mr. W., you will be down below
serving your just rewards and it won-t be in heaven. You
reap what you sow and always remember what goes around,
comes around, ten fold.
.J