It's finally over....

The trial for my niece's killer finally came and went this week. There was a lot of anticipation, crying, regret, anger and relief - a heck of an emotional roller coaster ride.

I thought I wouldn't go to the trial, but I did end up going on Wednesday, and I got to hear the 911 call, the medical reports, the autopsy photos, and that bitch cry her eyes out because she regrets her actions. Well a little too late to cry over spilt milk.

A few things came out that we didn't know - she smoked meth, she had strange men over while babysitting for my niece and they smoked weed in front of her. Her husband didn't sleep with her through out the night and would go back to his mother's place at 3 am in the morning. None of that made the fact any different that my niece was never coming back.

It was a jury trial, and she got 75 years with parole. That means that it will be 37.5 years before she even gets to possibily see the light of day. In the meantime, I hope that she remembers the pain that she caused all of us with the life she took away....