Waiting for Justice, Living with Loss
- mirowiczhobart
- 12 hours ago
- 2 min read
It’s been a while since I’ve written here.
Not because there hasn’t been anything to say—but because sometimes the weight of it all requires you to step back, to focus on simply getting through the days. I needed time to tend to my own healing, to hold space for the waves of grief that come without warning, and to quietly make it through moments that should have been filled with joy.
We faced another anniversary. Another Christmas. Her dad’s 50th birthday.
Each one a milestone she should have been part of. Each one a reminder of the empty space she should be filling—with her laughter, her presence, her light. These are not small moments. They are the fabric of a life, the memories we are supposed to build together. And yet, those moments were stolen from us.
There is no softer way to say that.
We continue to move forward in a system that feels anything but just. The trial for the van driver has been postponed—again. It now appears likely to be pushed to January 2027.
Another year.
Another Christmas without her, while the man who took her life remains free on unsecured bond. He gets time. He gets holidays. He gets moments with his family and loved ones.
And we are left with absence.
It is a reality that is difficult to reconcile. There is a deep and ongoing frustration in knowing that accountability moves slowly—if at all—when it comes to impaired driving. The consequences do not seem to match the devastation left behind.
There are days when it feels like there simply is no justice for what was done.
But even in that truth, we continue.
We continue to remember her.We continue to speak her name.We continue to share her story—not because it is easy, but because it matters.
And while I may step away at times to heal, to breathe, to gather strength, this space—and her legacy—remain.
Always.
Continue to say her name. Amelia.
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