Judgement Day

So tomorrow is the day. Or, at least, it's scheduled to be the day. It's been 3 1/2 years in the making. A very slow process for sure.

Three years, six months, and two days ago...

It still brings tears to my eyes.

My grandfather was traveling home from Springfield, MO with his wife Joyce. She had just been released from the hospital after neck surgery. He pulled to the side of the interstate, looking for prescriptions or something, and was hit by a semi at full driving speed. His car was thrown across two lanes of traffic and back again before it came to a rest. He nice, long Cadillac was now a compact.

They say that my grandpa was gone instantly, and I pray that they are correct. His wife's life was spared, but she was critically injured, and air lifted back to the hospital. Her injuries were serious enough to spend a while in the ICU, even missing Grandpa's funeral.

The case seemed pretty simple. The driver was legally intoxicated at the time of the crash. He killed a good man, and left his wife in agony.

The trial...not so simple, thanks to the defense attorney. I know that he was doing his job, but it was torture sitting there, listening to him twist the series of events. His tactics were meant to confuse. Thank God, the jury saw through.

The driver was convicted of 1st degree manslaughter and 2nd degree assault. Now...we are awaiting the sentencing. This man made decisions that directly caused the death of my grandpa, and yet, he has been living with his family for the past 3 years, 6 months, and 2 days. We have been living...but without a key member of our family.

I am ready for this to be finished.

I am ready for this man to learn what his bad decisions will cost him.

We already know what they cost us.