To The Person Who Killed Deidre…
- Dec 20, 1995
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December 20, 1995
To the person who killed our daughter, Deidre, on March 24, 1995:
Is life so meaningless to you that you think nothing of hitting our Deidre with your car and leaving her to die?
How would you feel to be a parent pulling your broken child out of a cold, wet ditch?
Deidre had hopes and dreams like any little girl. She wanted to be a teacher and a mother. Her little brother Avery waited a long time for the school bus to bring her home. I wish you had to watch his face in the window as the bus drove past every day.
I believe you were doing something you should not have been doing that afternoon you hit Deidre. Was it drinking and driving, speeding, driving recklessly? If not, why did you run? Why didn’t you stop and try to help her? Why don’t you turn yourself in now? You cannot hide forever.
Isn’t it enough we have to live without our daughter, and now we have to suffer with your deceit? How can you keep something so awful inside of you? Don’t you have any remorse? You took a life! Deidre didn’t have a chance, the way you left her. God did not make this happen; you did!
Deidre wasn’t ready yet. She still had a life of songs, music, dances, smiles, laughter, loves, friends and family to live for. We love and miss her so much. I wish you could only for a minute feel our pain. We will never forget her and we will never let you forget.
Pink and green lights and a big shining star glow on Deidre’s flower garden, like the love we have for her and the love she radiates from heaven.
On Dec. 24, Christmas Eve, I want you to think of how our little brown-haired, brown-eyes, precious Deidre would be smiling and happy with her family… for exactly nine months ago on that day, you killed her.
BRENDA D. WEEK
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