Watching the Vancouver news waiting to hear “Willie” Pickton’s sentencing, I heard the mother of one of his victim’s say, “I keep hearing her screaming and saying Mommy…Mommy…please come and help me.”

Remember, these victims were butchered and fed to the pigs.

And the family members were in court when the evidence was presented.

Over and over this mom replays in her mind the horrific scene that might have played out during her daughter’s last moments on earth—and feels totally helpless to do anything about it!

Tears are welling up in my eyes and my fingers are cold as I recall my own mother telling me those same words had continually haunted her after my sister, Cindy, was found dead.

Please…help me mommy…!

God, this is horrifying to see these mothers live with such torment—wondering what their child suffered before they died.

I am a mother too.

I can’t imagine the anguish they actually feel because if I let my mind wander to thoughts of how I would feel if it happened to my daughter…well…I think I would be taken to the brink of insanity!

“Willie” Pickton sat impassive today as he listened to the victim impact statements. I guess he feels nothing. Well, he’ll have 25 years to think about it because that’s how long he’ll be rotting away in prison before he is eligible for parole. In Canada we don’t give out consecutive sentences for multiple murder convictions—so he got the maximum penalty.

Now it doesn’t matter that he was convicted of second-degree murder instead of first-degree!

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My Friend
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