Okay, so my boyfriend who passed away 2/6/07 died from heroin laced with fetanyl. It was his first time doing it. Anyways, the dealer who sold it to him (also sold it to 4 other people and they too died) gets sentenced in January. The DA wants people to write statements to be read. So I wrote one. I am HORRIBLE at writing but she told me just to write my thoughts. So I'm going to post it and would love some constructive critiscism(sp?) Thanks!
I am writing this statement on behalf of JLR. I was J's girlfriend. I am also the mother of his 3 month-old son. I found out I was pregnant with him 10 days after Justin's death. Justin was not a bad person. He was truly the sweetest guy I'd ever met. He always put other people before himself. One time, when I was sick at work, he brought me chicken noodle soup and cough drops. He was the type of person who would give you his last $10 so you could get gas in your car. He loved making people happy, and would do anything to get someone to laugh or smile. He was a cook and he loved his job. He actually looked forward to going to work everyday. Every night before he got off work, he'd call me to see if there was anything I wanted him to make me. He was the best hugger ever. A hug from him made the world seem 100% better. I talk to J everyday, especially when I'm driving to work. One morning, I was talking to him, and a song came on the radio by a band Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. The song was called Guardian Angel. Part of the lyrics are "I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever, I'll be there for you through it all." I know that was J's way of telling me that he would never let anything bad happen to the baby or me. That even though he couldn't be here for us, he would still watch over us and protect us. J may not have been a perfect person, and he may have made some bad life choices, but he gave me so many amazing memories when I was with him. And he gave me the greatest gift in the world when he gave me our son. Yes, J chose to take heroin, but he did not choose to die. The dealer choose that for him. And now my son, J's family & friends, my family, and myself have to live with the choice everyday for the rest of our lives.
Again, I suck at writing, so any help would be great! Thank you
my statement.
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