Pasta wrote:Fuck. So, Becky (John's Wife) did testify in the sentencing hearing? Leah (my fiance) was worried she wouldn't be able to. She drove out of Portland less than 2 weeks ago.
FUCK.
This is fucked.
Better go start the old lady a bath, and pour a glass of wine. It's gonna be a long night.
Becky did great. Scott Meis did great. I did great.
It meant nothing in terms of Sliwinski's sentence, but all we could do was shift the focus for a while, so we did that.
It is very fucked up, but to state the obvious, the fairness of the situation went out the window the moment she killed our friends.
The judge was hamstrung the moment he decided she wasn't guilty of 1st degree murder. In essence, he had to choose between life in prison or what she got today.
If he's right, and she is not a threat to society from here on out, then whatever. Good for her for avoiding life in prison. If she's not going to do anything remotely like this again, then it's not going to make our lives any better if she stays in there and rots.
I just hope he's right. I hope she doesn't hurt anybody else. I would not bet against this happening, myself.
Which is why I wish she'd been put away, as a friend put it, 'past her partying years.' As it is, she'll have plenty of time to drink/drug/drive in the future. Or not. Crossing one's fingers on this one doesn't feel like enough, but that is what civilized people are left to do.
So glad it's over. So many people, so much pain, so much money out of pocket on travel and hotel rooms and so forth. So many goddamn court dates.
It's over.
Spending one more minute thinking about some flimsy pole jockey is wasted time.
Becky and the rest of the Glicks, the Dials, the ex-Returnables, the Meis family, Heather and my wife and the rest of my friends and family, me--we're all still here, we're all still dealing one way or another, and we all still need each other and YOU more than you can know.
Thanks.
Tim