My grief is eternal, my tears are ever flowing, my heart is ripped
to shreds and I wonder how and why I keep doing the same everyday things
that people call living. I question the meaning of existence and hence,
the meaning of life with all it’s pain and disappointments, then
I remember Jay’s smile and his joy of life, his ever abundant
pure joy of being. As I sat next to him in the intensive care, knowing
that his spirit had already left our realm of existence for a much better
place, I grasped and held his lifeless hand and I could only think about
how happy he had been just hours before; how happy he was. He radiated
My grief is all consuming with thoughts of what might have been for
Jay, for what he had to offer to his family, his wife, Vickie, his boys,
Jay & Joey, his employer, Stephen at Biker’s Blvd, his co-workers
that he loved so much, his customers, his friends, of which there are
so many, to the biking industry. He was just reaching a point in his
life that he was about to soar in all aspects of his world.
I mourn for the senselessness and abomination of his death, the cruelty
of leaving him all alone, bleeding in that city street with no one to
comfort him. I can’t comprehend persons so lacking of feeling
for one of God’s creatures that they were only concerned about
their not having insurance on their car? Or the alcohol in their bloodstream?
Drugs in their car? They would leave a person to die in the street thinking
only of themselves? If convicted of their confessed crime, the sentence
can be 2 to 25 years, a mere interruption in their lives of self-indulgence.
I cannot and will not forgive them, they have not asked for forgiveness
nor have they shown any remorse.
I curse at the blunderings and tainted judgment of police, magistrate
and the SC justice system. Two hundred thirty one days as of today and
not one time have Brandon Lee Brogan or Mark Daniel Urban been even
slightly inconvenienced by having to make even one court appearance
since they were charged…..not one!