It was Good Friday, March 29, 2002. You were going to stay home all
weekend. Then all of a sudden you were on your way out. In my heart I was
begging you to stay. Yet my mouth did not relay the message. So around
7p.m. you walked out the door to meet a friend and walk to her house. No
hugs, no "I love you". You were just going down the road. A short time
later the phone rang. "Daughter - Krystal - Accident - Janetville" is all
we could hear. You had been hit. The nightmare began. There was to be no
more "I love you" and no more hugs.
We weren't told for what seemed forever that you had died. For the next 22
months we lived in what can only be described as a close encounter with
hell. We were introduced to the Canadian judicial system. The police do
their work to the best of their ability, the judge passes sentence to the
best of her ability. Our laws are so flawed and the lawyers are so smooth
tongued that the victims have no chance of justice. Our judicial system
failed. So there you are Krystal in Heaven safe from the wicked world where
the rest of us are forced to go on.
Some might think the hit and run driver who refused a breath sample had
control of your death. Only God has that type of control over one of His
children. God knows the whole truth of what happened that night so we will
leave justice to God in His perfect time. Krystal we leave you in His
capable hands, to love and care for until we meet again.
Ever since I was a child I have been told that "Time will heal". I have
probably stated this to people when they have suffered the loss of a loved
one. Since you were killed I kept waiting for time to heal us. Well
Krystal we have learned, oh so well, that "TIME DOES NOT HEAL". Because
every second of every day we are reminded that you are not here with us.
Our hearts still ache. We miss your laugh, and smile maybe more now than we
did at first. Your voice and laughter cannot be heard. Our house is so
quiet and still, filled with an eerie emptiness wracked with pain and
suffering. We miss you with every breath. May God Himself give you all the
love and hugs we long to give you?
Yes you were our daughter and sister. But you were also one of our dearest
friends. We miss you terribly.
Rest in Peace Krystal, and know your family will love you forever: your
mom, dad, brothers: Robert, Jason and Matthew, sister: Rachel, and your
many friends and family.
Jesus says in Matthew 11:28 "Come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden
and I will give you rest" this was the scripture Krystal had hanging on her
wall. She is now at rest.
There is a future for us; we just have to find it. And with God's help we