To the Drunk Driver and His Wife Who Killed My Sister

My name's Anna Holt. I don’t want to come out harsh, but you killed my sister. The exact person I need today. Idk if you & your husband set off that day and intended to kill someone and it so happened or your minds just aren’t right and you have a cold heart. I look at pictures of her today and I see how calm and perfect and amazing she looked. Y’all took something away from me that I will never get back and I absolutely can’t stand you or your husband for that. This whole thing disgusts me. Life after her is a blur knowing I never met a sibling who could’ve changed me life for the better in many of different ways. How could a kid and a family friend walk across the road after my mom's car broke down end up killed with no one answerable for it besides you, too bad you acted like it wasn’t your fault. This could’ve been avoided. Every time we drive by the spot she got killed at, it gets a little hard to breathe. Before she passed away, the household then was happy and truly amazing. Then y’all threw a bomb right into my family’s and friends of family’s life. When I look at my dad, you can see the sadness in his eyes. When you look at my mom you can see how broken she is. When you look at my brother that knew her personally you can see that he lost not only a sister but a best friend. And when you look into mine and my other brother's eyes, you see part of us, that’s missing, that could’ve been there, and everything would’ve been fine. I break a little more whenever I hear her name. Losing a child is an unimaginable loss. I will never be able to forgive y’all for what you did that night on June 28th, 2003. I don’t hate you, but I hope you have conscience so you think about the impact of what you did. I hope you will one day feel the pain I have been feeling ever since I was able to understand that she’s gone. You stole events like Christmas, Halloween, her birthday, and much more away from us. Even small things like watching a movie as a family or going out to eat. 15 years have passed and the pain still hasn’t passed for anyone and I don’t think it ever will, we just have learned to live with it. I ask myself why every night. Why couldn’t have she lived? Why couldn’t she just have had a few injuries? I believe that everything happens for a reason, but this? There is not an explanation. I hope one day you’ll realize how bad we are hurting. You’ll probably look at this and roll your eyes, but I hope I just hope it hurts deep down. I pray for y’all every night. I still got out the violin she had and look at the strings and stroke them even tho half of them are broke off, I still look at the scrapbook filled of her pictures, I still have the poem she wrote hanging up on my mirror, and I still have the box she had that played music. On a holiday like mother’s or Father’s Day or my siblings and my birthdays that box plays music out of no where, and I truly believe it’s her. Thank you, thank you for making me experience true hurt and brokenness.