I’m being given the opportunity to write a victim impact statement advising the court dealing with the drunk driver who killed my oldest son’s father to do… whatever I’d like them to do, and to let them know the emotional impact that losing my oldest son’s father has caused both of us (me more so than him due to his autism and intellectual disabilities, but that might be something best gotten into in a separate post in here). So far, I’ve written about two sentences and… that is it for now. I’ve been reading up on how to write these statements, and Mothers Against Drunk Driving has given me some advice on how to write the statement and who to address it to, so I’m hoping that I’ll have something halfway decent written by the time this man is sentenced, whenever that may be. All I know is that he’s in the process of going through the court system for what he did to my son’s father, and that my son’s father did not deserve to die on the side of the road at thirty-seven years of age because a drunk and high driver struck him. He may have struggled a lot in his life, and people may have been holding out hope that he would eventually get help and start… doing the right thing, but he didn’t deserve to die at the age of thirty-seven, let alone on the side of the road one evening.
Posts Tagged ‘life’
Happy Father’s Day from the two of us.
This has the necklace I had made with some of my oldest son’s father’s ashes. I’m awaiting other jewelry.
I got this picture and I had to post it up here.
Bub gave me some quality cuddles before his first blood draw last month. I got this heartwarming picture.
Somehow I nearly managed to forget to post in this.
Things happen. Life happens. I’m going to be asking my psychiatrist to put me back on guanfacine, because months of Straterra (or however you spell it)… aren’t working. I have to put Post-It notes on my wall to remember to take the medication. It’s not working anywhere near as well as guanfacine did. And the whole point of ADHD medication is to allow you to be more attentive and less forgetful, which clearly is not happening in this case here. I aspire to fix this in about a month when I see my psychiatrist for a check-in.
A… friend of Bub’s father contacted me now that I’ve unblocked the majority of them to see what they would do, which I initially had mixed feelings over. But then we got to talking, and I told him some things that I intend on mentioning here at some point for the first time, and he understood where I was coming from when I understandably “took (Bub) and ran (from his father)”. There are some things that I want to get off of my chest after his upcoming birthday for the sake of doing so, even if that means “going public”, because all of it is the truth substantiated by my medical records. There’s so much that he took from me in 2009 that I intend on taking back. I want to tell the story of… what happened, and I want to do all of this on my terms.