This week has been 19 months of waiting to learn if Hallie’s life mattered. I know that’s dramatic but that is what it feels like in my heart.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve replayed Hallie’s last minutes in my mind. It is the most engrained image I have in my memory. The most horrific experience but yet it was so peaceful for her. I whispered in her ear the whole time and held onto her so tight. I thank God every day that paramedics were able to revive her at the scene so that we could have two days with her lifeless body.

Truth is, part of me died with her. When she passed, I screamed. I gasped. I fell.

How could someone be so careless and reckless? How could someone allow his gun to be pointed at her beautiful face 5 feet away? How could this have happened? How is she gone? How am I still breathing when my child is not?

Will our justice system prevail? My mind is racing.

Angie