In less than two months, My friend Gary will be dead for ten years. Ten Years.. It still seems like yesterday. I have forgotten so many things, but not about that night, not about him, not about how his family struggles everyday.
I was fortunate enough to spend the last hours of Gary's life with him. Some think you just move on and forget. We move on, but we never forget. I even dream about seeing the person who killed my friend - I see the handcuffs when they are arrested, I even hear them click closed, around their wrists.
I know I'm not alone..
I don't know what I will do, if these people who have tortured us for so long, get deals and bargains for what they have put all of us through...
I can't even think about it.
That's not what Justice is suppose to be. |
