Your Son asked where your car is again. I explained to him that it is impounded as evidence and sits wrapped in plastic. He asked if he could go see it. I told him it would be impossible to make that happen. Truth is I never want him to see it. I know you wouldnt want him to either. Your car is now a twisted mass of steel and is covered inside with shattered glass, plastic and blood. I am guessing that by now the blood stains have turned brown and look more like spilled coffee. The impact was so severe your carjack is nearly bent in half. When they cleared the crash scene they placed all of the debris from the Mustang that killed you in the backseat of your car. Its shattered windshield made it quite difficult to remove the babies things from there. We brought everything home and did the best we could to wash all of the blood away, yours and your Brothers. For the most part we were successful. However there were a few items that despite repeated washing did not come out stain free. One of them is your tee shirt. I bring it to court with me. I have resisted the strong desire to throw it in the face of the man who killed you and tell him We have washed away enough of Rachaels blood it is time you wash away the rest of it!
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 14:37:30 +0000
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