A Sister’s Victim Impact Statement

Below is a victim impact statement that was read in court. It was written and read by my husband’s sister.  I wanted to share it with all of you, so that anyone that would like any guidance writing a statement that is a sister or brother might be able to use this as a guideline.

Victim statement:

Angela, today I am here today to speak on behalf of my family, namely my mom and dad.  

 Here is a message from my mother:

The day Mike died a part of me died too.  It left a hole that can never be filled.  Mike was my youngest child who had a rough start when he entered this world.  He was premature but he was a fighter, who made it through those first harrowing days. He grew up to be a healthy young man. I know in my heart that the morning of the wreck, he was still a fighter, trying so hard to stay alive for his family and friends. But it was not to be. I can never visit Mike again or kiss and hug him.  Angela, your family can still come and see you and give you hugs and kisses.  I pray that you will never drink and drive again.  I don’t want anyone else to go through what I am experiencing now.  It is hard to put into words how profoundly this has affected my life.  A person has to have gone through the same loss to really grasp the gravity of it all.  Angela please think about this when you decide you may want another drink and maybe you will decide that it is not worth destroying other lives.  


Angela, you killed my brother.   My parents lost their only son, my sister and I lost our only brother.  My brother and Samantha planned more children; you took my parents grand children as well.  By killing Mike, you took so much from my family.  You took my best friend.   

My brother and I were in the prime of our lives, living just hours away from each other, talking on the phone every other day, sharing so many moments, sharing our careers.  I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed mentoring him through his academy days and his field training days.  Two weeks before he was killed, I had received a job back in Tucson, and we were so excited, looking to the future, to be working in the same sector.  Mike even joked about buying the house next door to his.  In my worst nightmares I never could have imagined that the job he followed me into would take him away from his family, from our family, from me.    On September 2, 2010, two of my greatest loves on this earth, my brother and my job, came together and exploded in front of my face.  For months after he died, I had no idea if I would be able to do my job, a job I had done for years, with so much passion and love.  I was living with Samantha at the time, and I would leave in my uniform, only to have my three year old nephew ask me to bring his dad home, to wake him up.  Those first six months were a nightmare.  I honestly was not sure if I would be able to continue on.  I had the honor of placing his badge on him when he graduated at the top of his class.  I was so proud of him.  Two years and two months later I had the honor of placing a badge on his body, one final time.    Sitting at a funeral, a funeral process that I had seen over the years several times, but this time, it was for my brother.  This is a nightmare that few will ever be able to comprehend, and it is something that I still think about to this day.  Mike and I had a relationship that will never be duplicated, but I have to say, I realize, it is a rare bond that we shared, I don’t believe many even get to experience such a unique relationship, and for that I realize how lucky I was.

I believe if Mike were here today, he would feel sorry for you and he would forgive you.  My parents and I do not wish you to rot in jail for the rest of your life, but you need to recognize your problem.  In my perfect world, you will leave jail with a renewed outlook on your life, with a fresh start, with a positiveattitude, and with one goal in mind, to make a difference.  The place you live needs it, there is a lot of good you could do, but you have to see the potential within yourself first.  For you to make a change, to make a difference out there, you have to recognize what you did was wrong, that you are an alcoholic, and you must become sober.  Only then, will you be able to make that difference, a difference that you are capable of making.    Unfortunately, as I heard during the plea, you are not ready to accept full responsibility.  I ask you, please stop feeling sorry for yourself.

My mom and dad both wish one thing, for you to get treatment, and show us that you will never do this again to another family.  You cannot imagine the pain and grief we live with to this day, caused by your careless actions.


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