The person who killed my family member, after being three times over the limit and driving with no licence, got three years, he did 18 months.
I have every Christmas with an empty chair at a table and every birthday at a graveside. My family endured a post mortem, court case, long lens photographers at the funeral, press breaking what was then DPA to contact members of my family.
It’s utterly heartbreaking. And the trauma isn’t just, loss. I feel that the process we went through afterwards, made their death have less dignity.
But my biggest bugbear, is there’s no remorse. And I honestly can’t think of a sentence long enough that would match with how I feel about that.