This November will mark a full year since my son Billy and his sweet wife Jenny were killed in a devastating car crash.
It’s the kind of anniversary that no parent ever believes they’ll experience, the death of their child. In a different world, our family would be celebrating their one-year wedding anniversary.
But I will never be able to hold my son and see his dimples as he grins or hug my daughter-in-law close.
Billy will never realize his greatest hope – to be a father and have a family of his own. Jenny will never become the piano technician she dreamed of being. And I will never again get the chance to tell them I love them.
Because at just 25 and 24, respectively, Billy and Jenny were beginning their journey as a married couple when their lives were cut short when an 18-wheeler truck, driven by a man who entered this country illegally, jack-knifed across the road.
