On May 1, 1993, my Aunt and Uncle were killed by a drunk driver, while riding their Harley. This incident happened in Ohio. I live in South Carolina and was unable to attend the funeral, or visit their grave sites until nearly a year later. Their daughter (my cousin) and a friend of mine held me while I let out all my grief. I'm coming to tears now, even as I write. What has made the grief even harder to get through, is that the teenage girl, walked away scott-free. Her family was made of money in the town where the accident took place. The judge took away her license saying, she could only use it when she had to go to work and school. His reason for not throwing her in jail, where she belongs, was that she has her whole life ahead of her. Well, Judge, what about my Aunt and Uncle, and all of their family? What about their two daughters? What about the four grandchildren they never met? He killed a little something else in this family when he gave that judgement: our faith in the justice system. Their oldest daughter was near-by, and came to the scene right after it happened. She will never be the same. You see, this girl dragged my uncle several feet, and then backed up over my aunt, leaving them in shambles. This girl then left the scene, got a different car, and came back to watch. When she was apprehended, she was not tested for alcohol, but my nearly dead aunt and uncle were! She was escorted home by an officer. And to make matters worse, she never showed any remorse, and had friends call my cousin and ask for her mom, and then hang up. Where, I ask, is the justice in that?? All I have to say is, "God save her soul". I hope she realizes, before it's to late, what she got away with, and can see that God has spared her this time. I hope she will, one day, be truly repentive of what she has done. Otherwise, she might not get another chance. What comes around, goes around. "Do not stand at my grave and weep: I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints in the snow. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush; I am the swift uplifting rush of, quiet birds circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there. I did not die." This page built and maintained by DeAnna Murphy. Page last updated on December 4, 2008.