Your heart stops, you can't think, move, or breath. It can't be real. You hope and pray to wake up now, wake up! just wake up!!

 

It may be an accident that you were involved in, a freak accident, the hand of nature, a stranger, or ones own self, it doesn't matter at this point, all you know and feel is the pain of loosing someone you love more then life.

 

A police officer approaches you, your child did not come home the previous night. You know what he is going to say, you can't bear to hear the words, and ask him not to say it. The officer nods with an apology, and turns to leave. Leaving you in a puddle where you are, a shell of your former self.

 

Or maybe the phone rings, and you have had a weird feeling through out the day, or evening... you hesitate to answer it, you dont know who it is, but you know it is not good. A sympathetic, official voice on the other end asks for Mrs... and you identify yourself, and as he speaks, the phone slips from your hand, you can't hear anything, the world as you knew it has just ended. You hit the floor on your knees, begging to God that it not be true, tears soaking your face, your shirt, and screaming so loud and hard that you don't even remember doing it.

 

The next thing you know you are burying your son, your daughter, spouse, parent... a loved one. You're looking for answers, how did this happen, why did this happen. Maybe you find some things you didn't know, or would rather have not known. The police tell you it was an accident, a car crash, something, maybe the answer is acceptable, maybe it's not. Maybe they tell you it is a suicide.

 

We all like to think we know those closest to us well enough to know what they are capable of. Truth is, none of us really know what the other is capable of until faced with that situation.

 

So if the answer we get is not the one we want, we go looking for answers. But what if, in the coarse of looking for those answers, your efforts are blocked? What if, everything you find is contradicted by the people telling you. You find fifteen different answers to the same question. In searching for answers all you have managed to do is find more questions. You try talking to the local officials, the ME, anyone who will talk to you and help you find the truth, but no one is willing to talk.

 

What would you do, how would you handle it?

 

There is a website out there that is dedicated to hepling find Justice where any hope of such seems moot. It is the Justice Project.