Stretched out, all over the world are roads to somewhere. Most people use these roads everyday, to get to work, to the store, or to a friend’s house… we use them to travel and explore, to work and build, the use of these roads always has some kind of outcome… a finished project, a destination arrived at, sometimes a road even leads to a final resting place. My point is that all roads lead somewhere.
Last friday, which was October 5th, 2012, Kansas City Homicide Detectives notified my family that the person responsible for shooting my brother, Dave Lefever, has been identified and charges have been made. He now faces murder in the 2nd degree and awaits trial in Jackson County, Missouri.
My family and I are doing the very beat we can. We all miss Dave more than words can describe. The days don’t get easier, I think we just become more numb to it. We are a family of 4, not 3. It’s never going to be the same. My dad, Larry Lefever, called to tell me the news of the arrest of the person responsible for killing my brother. I knew right away he had some news, as he was a little shook up on the phone. And as it is common for others to ask, the question has been answered, “No. I don’t feel much better about any of this. Even with this person behind bars, it’s not ever going to bring my brother back. No, there really isn’t a feeling of closure.” All it is, to me, is the name of a strange person whom I don’t know, and information that this person now sits in jail waiting for a trial regarding the murder of Dave Lefever. That’s all. Nothing else.
I think about that person, who shot my brother. As he sits in jail, knowing that he shot and killed an innocent person, for no other reason than an attempt to wrongfully take a couple hundred dollars that didn’t belong to him in the first place, what goes through his mind? Does he regret what he did? Does he think about all the people who loved Dave so much that now have to live without him, all because he put a gun to his back and pulled the trigger… Does he think about the life that got cut short, the person who will not see his 30th birthday?
I have up’s and downs. There are moments in which I’m glad, so glad this person is in jail. He doesn’t deserve to be free, living his life, laughing and smiling, after he shot an innocent person and had such a devastating aftermath to all the family and loved ones. He deserves to sit, locked up, waiting on the unknown… because that’s just it. Unknown. Will he get convicted? If so, how much time will he serve? How long is right punishment for taking a life, because that life he took is gone forever, not just 15 years. So why should he get a lesser sentence than the rest of his life? I don’t get to see my brother for the rest of my life? What warrants punishment fulfilled for a crime that has ‘forever’ consequences? And there are moments when it really doesn’t matter. Dave isn’t coming home. So what does it really matter…
The person who took the life of my brother is only 19 years old. If he gets convicted, as he should, the next time he will be in a car will be in handcuffs, getting transported to a state prison, and riding in the back of a police car, that is driving him on a road, to nowhere…
~ Jen Lefever Wood
The Day My World Changed (More on the death of my brother)
There is a lovely poetic duet written with a similar thought in mind, but with a more positive message, in my opinion. It is on a fantastic blog, Hastywords, under the catagory Poetic Duets. You can click HERE to find it! Enjoy 🙂