Today I begin my journey down the road of collection of restitution. I know it seems like no big deal, but I guess until you live through it, you don't have a clue. That would have been me, no clue, just ten years ago. You see, my son was murdered, almost nine years have gone by, I miss my son, and I received a restitution order from the court. But the problem is collecting. The Department of Corrections used to oversee the parolees and ensure monies owed were paid. No longer. Now it's the victim's problem, or in my case the surviving family's problem. It's so frustrating. It has interfered with my everyday functioning. My son is gone, he will not be back on earth, but I will see him in Heaven. I think of him often, miss him daily and wonder at times why this happened. But it is not up to me to judge. My faith is what has kept me going, I wouldn't have survived otherwise.
So as it stands right now, I have a court order, a judgement for $9,000 and really don't have a clue what lies ahead. I will document my journey in the hopes it helps someone down the road that finds themselves in the same position I am in right now.
Godspeed.
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