Your classmate

The drunk driver who killed your classmate, Jacob R. was sentenced this week. There was an article about it in The Post and an article on annarbor.com. There was a video of what his parents said to the drunk driver-it was very powerful. That must be a whole other level of pain, knowing someone's bad choice was to blame. Plus they don't have God or don't acknowledge they have God. As I have heard a lot said to me, I can't even imagine.

His mom: "Our hearts are literally broken. We are hollow. You have destroyed our lives. We know what hell feels like because you put us through it," R. told S.

"That choice cost us our son. You killed our son. There are no words to describe our struggle," she said.

R. said she misses her son "every minute of every day."

"He was so special, beautiful and funny," she said.

Jacob was kind and thoughtful, she said. In middle school, he spoke of wanting to have a friend of every race and religion.

"I don't know of another child who would say something like that. He never judged people by their looks, or how much money they had, or how popular they were," she said.

"He wasn't one for grand gestures, but small ones," she said.

"I wish you'd spend the rest of your natural life in prison," she said. "My son will not come home again. You will go home one day but I hope it's not for a very, very long time."

Molly O., Jacob's girlfriend's story:

On the day of the crash, R., S. and O. were on their way to the park. The last thing she remembers was telling R. how much she liked the tiger lilies on the side of the road. She asked him the Japanese word for tiger lily.

She woke up in the emergency room. She thought they were washing her hair with shampoo, but they were rinsing R.'s blood from her hair. She asked where Jacob was. Emergency room staff told her he was at another hospital-but they were shielding her from the painful truth. Later, with tears in his eyes, O.'s father told her Jacob died in the crash. O. told the court she screamed in anguish.