It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything on this blog but today I spoke for my mom at the sentencing of the man that was found guilty for killing my mom. This is what I said:
I’ve thought a lot about what I wanted to say prior to this day.
Obviously, I want to make it clear that the man convicted of murdering my mother should be locked behind bars for the rest of his life without any chance of freedom again, but what I really wanted to do was to talk about my mom, Staci Lynn Whiteley.
But how do you pack everything that was my mom into a quick speech? How do I get you to see her as a person that was worthy of justice? How do I get him to see that he did a horrible thing and get him to feel an ounce of guilt for what he did to her?
But these are impossible tasks, you never met her and she’ll never be more than a victim to you. And he’s clearly a psychopath that cares only about himself, so regret and guilt are probably off the table there. But I can at least attempt to describe you to her, so that you might know her a little better as the human that I loved.
I know we’ve heard the clichés over and over again, that their smile lit up a room and that everyone loved them. I sort of wonder if people like him, target people like her, because it always seems like the biggest smiles get stamped out the earliest by the ugliest.
But her smile wasn’t just big, it was happy to see you. And she didn’t just smile. She loved to sing and dance. I hear her voice every time I hear Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you” because, I may be biased here but I think she could have rivaled Whitney. She loved to burst into the line “….AND I WILL ALWAY LOVE YOU” at the most hilarious moments attempting to catch us off guard and to make us smile. But also, I think she just loved telling us that she loved us.
A couple of years before she died, before Ethan had left for basic training in the air force, my mom decided to take a small vacation to see the beach in Corpus Christi, Texas. She called me, I think two or three days before and asked if I wanted to go. She wasn’t great at giving advanced notice, but I had a flexible job and I was able to get some time off so i agreed. So she left Missouri with Lauren and Dylan and drove to my apartment in Dallas, I tried to convince her to stay at my place that night instead of driving the rest of the way but she was simply too excited to get to the beach, so she left, while I waited for Ethan to get to my apartment and then we left to meet her. Arriving where she got a last minute hotel in Austin at almost 3am.
The next morning, here we are crammed into a booth at Ihop, we’ve gotten about 4 hours of sleep and she looks at me and says “ok we probably should have stayed at your apartment.” We all died laughing and teasing her. But the rest of that trip was one of the most fun family trips we’d ever been on. We played on the beach and ate seafood and listened to music. She was always ready to have fun and even insisted on it and because of that, you always had fun with her.
I miss when she’d drop me off at school and shout “show em how smart you are!!” As I walked to the front door. I miss the voice-mails shed leave at 1201am of her singing me happy birthday. I miss her quick daily calls during the 30 min I had between my two jobs. I miss riding roller coasters with her and eating taffy with her. I miss her cup of creamer with just a little bit of coffee and even though I hated
shopping, I miss shopping with her. I miss her jokes and how she’d say “I’m running late, so I can’t slow down! You’ll have to tuck and roll okay” and you’d look at her and she’d have the biggest grin on her face and we’d always just laugh and roll our eyes at her. I remember when I used to get stuck on levels in Mario or donkey Kong and she’d come over, stop what she was doing, and get through the levels for us. She was a good person, and a good mother and my best friend and she didn’t deserve what he did to her.
I miss her every single day and wonder what she would think of her kids and how we’ve changed after he took her from us.
I am the oldest of her five kids, the youngest was only 10 years old when he took her from us. Our mother. Take a moment and think about what your mom meant to you. Countless times ive called my mom, upset about something and she was there for me to listen and to make me feel better and remind me that i could do anything.
Our mothers are often the only one in our corner when we’ve done the worst possible things imaginable. Even if you kill someone else’s mom, your mom will still show up to speak for you in court. That’s what he got. He still has his mom to support him. And we don’t. I was 27 when my mom was murdered and the moment he took her from me, I’ve felt lost. You never really know how much your mom did for you and how much she meant to you and supported you until she’s gone. And the rest of my siblings, they didn’t get to stumble through their 20s with their mom’s support. Dylan and Lauren didn’t have her to embarrass them in high school and none of us will have our mom there on our wedding day or at the birth of her grand children. None of us got to introduce her to the person we fell in love with. Or to cheer us on as we discovered careers that shed be proud of. Instead, her laugh and her singing and her life only exists in our memory.
This man abused her, beat her, pulled her hair out, suffocated her and shot her twice in the head. He treated my mom worse than garbage. And he thought he’d get away with it too. He thought he could trick all of us into believing that the cops planted that bullet in his pocket and that the fireworks planted the chemicals on his hands. Not only is he dangerous, and capable of doing this again to someone else’s mother, he’s also an idiot and a loser. And if he ever gets out, he will continue to try trapping women that are too good for him and murdering them when they figure that out. He met my mom in February and she was dead before labor day. Think about that, less than six months. He killed her after knowing her for less than 6 months.
I know you will do the right thing, and put him away for the rest of his life because I know you see through his poorly made mask like the rest of us. And maybe, just maybe, after he gets life without parole, and falls off his bunk a few times, he’ll be able to look himself in the mirror and see the loser that the rest of us see.
SENTENCE: life without parole PLUS 15 years
