I am not going to start this out with a friendly greeting. The last things you deserve are my kind words, my warm hospitality, and my friendly smile. Normally, I would never be rude to someone who didn't know me, but by the end of this, you'll know me a hell of a lot better. While you're still questioning who I am, I know who you are, or should I say were. You were Karl Roberts. I only say were because scums like you don't deserve names. You are a murderer. You are a rapist, and who knows what else.
That's enough about you. You already know that. My name is Kristin DeMauro. My mother is Rebecca, or Becki Petty as you might know her. But that's something you should already know. This next part is what you don't. I was born on May 15, 1995. I was welcomed home by my two older sisters, Andi and Mel. Exactly four years after that, on my fourth birthday, you murdered Andi. That's what you didn't know. What you did was on my birthday. You murdered my sister on my birthday. How do you think that makes me feel? Every birthday I have to deal with people mourning. I am forced to be sad.
I always wonder what my oldest sister would be doing today. If should would be married, or have kids. What would her kids look like? You took all that possibility away from not only her but the rest of her family. She was a beautiful girl with a wonderful sassy twist. She brought so much joy to me and her family.
I'm in my junior year of high school now. Next year, I'm graduating. My sister Andi won't get to watch me walk. She won't get to hug me and kiss me on the cheek before she tells me he loves me and is so proud of me. I will never hear my sister tell me she loves me again.
By writing this, I am taking back my power. Instead of hurting every time I think of Andi, or think of what you did to her, I can remember her. I can smile and relive warm memories of her smile. I can remember instead of mourn. The time for mourning is done.
When the judge sentenced you to death he said "God have mercy on your soul." You responded with "He already has." If God has forgiven you, then Hell without you is much better than Heaven with you. God forgives small mistakes. God doesn't forgive decisions that bring pain and suffering to a whole family.You are eternally damned.
I'd love to hear what you have to say for yourself, Write back if you want, it still won't change my perspective of you.
I hope this has given you something to think about. Next time you're about to die, think of how you raped and murdered a 12 year old girl on her little sister's birthday. Maybe then you won't pussy out and ask for an appeal.
-Kristin Elizabeth DeMauro
Andi's loving little sister.
R.I.P.:
Andria Nichole Brewer.
April 10, 1987 - May 15, 1999
I have every intention of mailing this. Nothing you can say is going to stop me.
If he replies, I'll post it.
If this offends you, don't read it.
If he replies, I'll post it.
If this offends you, don't read it.
Thanks.
