A Sister's Words to the Court at Sentencing:

Lawrence John Caffro the second also publicly known as J.C. Caffro but maybe not so widely known as my big brother, my hero, my strength, and my best friend. There was no joy like the feeling of being with my best friend. There is no comfort like a hug from J.C. No one can listen like J.C., only he knew when to give me advice and when to just listen. J.C. was my strength, and on a bad day I would call him and he could get me through it. I always said my big brother is my rescue and I can't live without him. And since the middle of May I have been struggling to do just that, live without him.

For twenty-one years J.C. and I spent our birthdays together. His birthday was last Saturday and now mine is coming up this Friday. Instead of calling him at midnight this year, which had become a tradition, I was planning a trip to the cemetery. Now what will I do for my birthday? What about Christmas? Now I have to shop for my parents' gifts and stockings by myself. What will I do for the rest of my life? Instead of us growing old together as neighbors, now I must live with only memories now our children can never be friends, and I can only pray that my children will value your siblings as I valued mine.

I think about J.C. everyday and just wish I could pick up the phone and talk to him but I can't. Instead when the phone rings in the middle of the night I run to answer it with my heart pounding hoping that everyone I love is safe. I would give anything to turn the clock back, just to hear his voice or see him just one more time. There are no words to describe the loss that I feel. And as scary as it is to look to the future without J.C. by my side, I'm sure it was even more terrifying for him to be left on the road that night.