The guy convicted of vehicular manslaughter in my sister's death has been out of jail for a few months now. I spent a lot of years hating him and had more than a few crazy thoughts of revenge. Time has softened those visceral emotions, because I know it would never bring her back. And like Confuscious said 'Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves'.... He moved back to South Florida, very close to where Dawn is buried. Before he went to jail, he often put a certain type of rose on my sister's grave. It's been over a decade since she died, and my Dad still drives from Miami to Hollywood every Wednesday and Sunday to put flowers there. In the beginning, there were often many other flowers or trinkets left by friends and family. Slowly they began to diminish and it has been many years since he has come across anything other than his own bouquets. A few weeks ago he told me that he found something new on her headstone. Those familiar flowers and one other item. It was a 10 year sobriety chip from AA. I am sure it was Joey's and that he left it there in memory of my sister. Knowing he was there made me feel strange. I wasn't angry. I did cry - but not just for her.... I wept because a part of me thinks that nothing in life happens without reason. And perhaps Dawn did not die in vain. Maybe God's plan was for her death to help him find his way and maybe he was meant to do something or make some sort of difference in this world...and without everything that happened it might have not have been. The fact that he went there at least means that she is never far from his mind. I guess I am babbling..... trying to understand.... and falling short. Ahhhh well..... I'll just end with "I love you Dawn. And miss you."