Victim Impact: For My Mom

I am here for my real mother, Marnie Frey.

I don't have much to say but:

Yeah, Mr. Pickton. Why did you hurt my real mother and those other women? Do you know how you hurt those family members and me?

You hurt us in a way that could emotionally and mentally hurt us, change our lives forever. What I have to go through each day!

Each day I ask myself what it would be like if my real mother was here.

It's so hard to think that, and so sad and it hurts. It really hurts.

Mr. Pickton, why would you do that, what did they do to you? I miss not having her here. You took something from me that's worth a million things to me. When you took her from me it was like ripping out my heart. Feels like someone has stabbed me in the back over and over. I miss her so much. I think sometimes, 'What if she was the one putting a roof over my head, putting the food on the table and taking me shopping? Or she's the one taking me to my prom. It hurts not having her here.

I sometimes have weird dreams of her. And it feels so real, it hurts so much knowing she's not coming back and to think someone hurt her like that just makes me feel sick. And to also think there's people out there makes me even more sicker!

Marnie, if you were there I would have so many questions to ask you. Marnie, I miss you.

Just once I wish I could see you and hear your voice, that would make my day. My feelings are like a bowl, they go around and around.

And I still feel your touch in my dreams.