Hello, my name is Jerry. I am the father of 2 beautiful children, Benjamin and Sarah, and the husband of my wonderful wife Rebeccah. I have a story to tell, and I just hope that someone will listen. That's all I ask for. Two weeks ago, on January 3rd, 2007, my wife loaded our two children into the car to take them to the grocery store. I was at work. I couldn't wait to get home to spend time with my family. I always called home before I left work, and one of my children would usually answer it. This time, there was no answer. That day, my family was ripped from me. I am still breathing, but my life is also gone. A drunk driver destroyed my life. He went right through the intersection without as much as slowing down. He took the lives of my family. Oh, the driver survived; thank God for that. In an instant the lives of 4 people were destroyed. The murderer of my family is still alive. My family was laid to rest last week. I had to come home to an empty house. I sit and cry until there is nothing left inside of me, and I cry some more. I stay awake all night waiting for the car to pull up, but it doesn't happen. I can't remember the last time I slept or ate. I am dead inside. There is nothing left for me anymore. I cry and beg to God asking him why he would do this to me. I don't understand it. My family did not deserve this. Tonight I will be joining my family again. We will all be together again, and that brings a smile to my face. I can't wait to embrace Rebeccah again. To hold my children again. To tell them everything will be alright. We will be together again for eternity, and nothing will seperate us this time. Goodbye.