On December 28, 2008 my oldest son was killed in an automobile accident. In many respects, time stood still for me that day. He is on my mind constantly and I miss him so much. Having just turned twenty, he was at the stage where he was deciding what to do with his life. He wanted to teach, write and coach volleyball, and he would've been so great at each of them. He could really relate to young people and instinctively knew how to explain and demonstrate things so they could understand. My daughter went to him before anyone else in the family when she needed help with schoolwork (or anything else for that matter). He also had a unique writing ability, and I treasure many of his writings now as I can still hear his voice in his words. His death has left a huge hole in our family, a hole that can never be filled.
Our feelings of grief are compounded by events in the aftermath of the accident. The driver of the car, who had been drinking and speeding, has denied driving saying there was an unknown third person involved. It has been twenty and 1/2 months and the case still has not gone to trial. It is completely unconscionable for this person to not accept responsibility, and it only adds to our heartache.