One of my uncles had a great grandson murdered. Due to difficulties with the witness, the state had to plea bargain a very lenient sentence for the killer. First degree murder of a helpless infant should be good for more than a couple of years in prison.
The murder was 20 years ago, it seems anyone that might have cared about the victim has since passed away. I mentioned the case to a couple of my cousins recently and got a blank stare from both of them, they barely remember it.
You're relatively young, about the only advice I could offer is that you're potentially going to live for many decades with this, you might consider as you age your feelings about what happened will continue to evolve, at least attempt to consider that and what might be your outlook about all of this in 25 years and how you might look at your decisions with that much hindsight.
My mom was a character witness for a family friend who killed someone back in the 1950s. My mom has never had any qualms about helping this person close the door on what happened and move on with their life. This all happened before I was even born, BTW. I found some newspaper clippings my mom saved about the case a few years ago. My mom may never had any qualms about what she did . . .
but I do.
The murder was 20 years ago, it seems anyone that might have cared about the victim has since passed away. I mentioned the case to a couple of my cousins recently and got a blank stare from both of them, they barely remember it.
You're relatively young, about the only advice I could offer is that you're potentially going to live for many decades with this, you might consider as you age your feelings about what happened will continue to evolve, at least attempt to consider that and what might be your outlook about all of this in 25 years and how you might look at your decisions with that much hindsight.
My mom was a character witness for a family friend who killed someone back in the 1950s. My mom has never had any qualms about helping this person close the door on what happened and move on with their life. This all happened before I was even born, BTW. I found some newspaper clippings my mom saved about the case a few years ago. My mom may never had any qualms about what she did . . .
but I do.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
