Through the blood, the intense pain, and the shock I see the Deputy Sheriff sprawled over a rock, dead. We tumble over and over again into the dark Kern River, neither of us wearing seatbelts, the sound of the metal crunching makes me believe death was taking to me.
Every hour of every day I see these images and hear the crash, and when I try to forget, the physical pain triggers the night I cannot forget. People say I should talk to a professional.
No amount of talking to any professional will erase the images in my mind, and no pill they prescribe can dull the sounds of a night that is with me, every hour of every day.
Aside from these waking nightmares, the constant questions play in my head. Why did I have no seatbelt on? Why did the paramedic have to plea for them to take the handcuffs from my mangled body? Why doesn’t the county care what they did to me for the rest of my life? Horrible pain, horrible memories and horrible discarded. I feel a great satisfaction to tell and show a jury. Maybe they will hear, see and feel what I go through, every hour of every day.
Grace Brown
Weldon
Comments
8 comment(s)Sage wrote on May 17, 2009 9:30 PM:
Please continue to look forward, and do positive things with your life.
I can't even imagine to know what that night must of been like.
Just know that there those out there, like me, that do care, and are keeping you in your prayers.
God bless. "
rBntD wrote on May 4, 2009 7:39 PM:
Mac wrote on May 4, 2009 6:21 PM:
M6qh9 wrote on Apr 30, 2009 2:28 PM:
Bob Walker wrote on Apr 29, 2009 9:12 PM:
He committed suicide, plain and simple. And cost we tax payers a fortune in training, and pay for a law enforcement person who broke the law. And he almost killed his ward who was handcuffed. DUH.
There are a lot of good Sheriff Deputies in this area, and he was not one of them. "
Ann wrote on Apr 24, 2009 10:11 PM:
Elisa wrote on Apr 22, 2009 4:35 PM:
mark wrote on Apr 22, 2009 7:57 AM: