Troy Killed by a drunk driver

Dear Troy,

8 OCT 96

I want to open this letter by telling you how much I love you. How much the short time we had together meant to me. I once heard that people are put on this earth for a specific reason. Like Jennifer, you made your impact way too soon. Tammy and Junior have their strengths, but the only difference was that yours wasn't as obvious. Yours was a quiet, giving love that you miss all the more for its constancy. In his own way, maybe God was merciful. I cannot even imagine what it would have done to you if one of the others had been killed and you had survived.

Teresa at the 6th Cavalry Brigade Xmas Ball

I miss you so much, sometimes I can hardly stand it. I cry for hours. I cry because I think of you inside the van with your uncle. I think of you buried in the ground. I also cry for myself. I will never get to see you again on this earth or watch you grow up. I won't be able to hold you in my arms or have you contort yourself into those impossible positions while you sleep. There are times when it seems so unreal. This couldn't possibly have happened to you. Or to me. This happens to other people, not us.

I have the pictures we had taken by my stereo. I look at them everyday. I am so grateful that we got the opportunity to be with each other and to get those last pictures taken. I know that your brother and sister miss you a lot. While your brother was in the hospital, your sister was playing Nintendo so that she could play him when he got out. She knew that his playing buddy wasn't coming home anymore.

8 Nov 96

I can hardly think this week. It has been four months since you were so thoughtlessly killed. I keep having visions of you with your brother. I am hoping that they are memories of the two of you playing and not of the future. I do not know how well I would survive losing another son. I miss you so much. You three kids have always meant more to me than ANYTHING else. No one else has loved me so unconditionally.

I am going to speak to my Company about drinking and driving and the results of it and it will be done in your memory. In your death, you will make an impact on their lives, but never as great of an impact as you made on mine during your lifetime. I LOVE you Troy. Please stay with me.

Love, Mom

February 8, 1999

Well, it has been over two years now, since you were killed. In that time, a man has been charged with misdemeanor DUI. And convicted. How a person could only be charged with misdemeanor, when two people have had their lives taken from them, I don't know.

He only got a year, Troy. Just a year. I wish I could explain that, but I can't explain something that I don't understand myself. You had ten short years on this earth and in one horrific second, it was all taken from you. And the price he paid was a year. Maybe, wherever you are, you understand, but I can't. Maybe this man won't be affected, but you will be remembered. By me, and others.

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