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Next is Christy Goncalves, Kaylee Goncalves's mother.
Just relax. Great.
Thank you, your honor. I never imagined having to speak to
someone so devoid of humanity. For a long time, I didn't think I'd find
the words low enough to meet you where you are. But now, I realize this isn't about you.
It's about what you've done to me. And I need you to hear it.
When you murdered my daughter, Kaylee J. Goncalves. You didn't just take her life.
You shattered others. You attacked what you could never be. And in doing so, you left a trail of
devastation far beyond that house. You stole my peace.
You've altered my every waking moment, every sleepless night, the way I view the world, people, safety, trust. It's
all been changed by your your cruelty. I no longer recognize parts of myself.
Joy is harder to find. Laughter feels foreign. The world world moves forward,
but I'm suspended in place of sorrow and rage. You've taken from me something that can never be restored.
The grief sits with me every day. Some days quietly, and other days so loud it drowns out everything else.
The emotional toll you've inflicted on me is immeasurable. I live with a constant ache. With birthdays that are
now memorials, with holidays that feel hollow, with empty chairs that scream louder
than words ever could. I am forever changed.
But for you, as a person working on a PhD in criminal justice, you really didn't think this one through. You're
not that good. In fact, you're not that good at anything.
You couldn't secure a job. You couldn't get along with others.
You couldn't even get a female to look in your direction. All because you are pathetic.
Now you're a joke in this courtroom. I wish I could have crown I wish I could crown you with a jester hat to complete
your orange jumpsuit clown look.
A dead killer doesn't kill again. So, while I'm disappointed the firing shot won't get to take their shots at you, I'm confident that the men in prison will have their way with you in more ways than one, you will finally get what
you wanted. Physical touch. Just probably not how you were expecting it.
See, you haven't beat the system. You've simply entered a new one where the rules
are cruel and the consequences will never end.
You are entering a place where no one will care who you are and no one will ever respect you. You will be forgotten,
discarded, used, and erased. You will always be remembered as an as a
loser, an absolute failure.
And when those prison doors slam shut behind you,
I hope that sound echoes in your heart for the rest of your meaningless days.
I hope it reminds you of what we all already know. You're nothing.
May you continue to live your life in misery.
You are officially the property of the state of Idaho where your fellow inmates are anxiously
awaiting your arrival.
But it's okay cuz they're there to help you.
Hell will be waiting.
Quick message from our youngest daughter.
Aubrey wanted to say, "You may have received A's in high school and college, but you're going to be getting big D's in prison."
Thank you.
Next is Christy Goncalves, Kaylee Goncalves's mother.
Just relax. Great.
Thank you, your honor. I never imagined having to speak to
someone so devoid of humanity. For a long time, I didn't think I'd find
the words low enough to meet you where you are. But now, I realize this isn't about you.
It's about what you've done to me. And I need you to hear it.
When you murdered my daughter, Kaylee J. Goncalves. You didn't just take her life.
You shattered others. You attacked what you could never be. And in doing so, you left a trail of
devastation far beyond that house. You stole my peace.
You've altered my every waking moment, every sleepless night, the way I view the world, people, safety, trust. It's
all been changed by your your cruelty. I no longer recognize parts of myself.
Joy is harder to find. Laughter feels foreign. The world world moves forward,
but I'm suspended in place of sorrow and rage. You've taken from me something that can never be restored.
The grief sits with me every day. Some days quietly, and other days so loud it drowns out everything else.
The emotional toll you've inflicted on me is immeasurable. I live with a constant ache. With birthdays that are
now memorials, with holidays that feel hollow, with empty chairs that scream louder
than words ever could. I am forever changed.
But for you, as a person working on a PhD in criminal justice, you really didn't think this one through. You're
not that good. In fact, you're not that good at anything.
You couldn't secure a job. You couldn't get along with others.
You couldn't even get a female to look in your direction. All because you are pathetic.
Now you're a joke in this courtroom. I wish I could have crown I wish I could crown you with a jester hat to complete
your orange jumpsuit clown look.
A dead killer doesn't kill again. So, while I'm disappointed the firing shot won't get to take their shots at you, I'm confident that the men in prison will have their way with you in more ways than one, you will finally get what
you wanted. Physical touch. Just probably not how you were expecting it.
See, you haven't beat the system. You've simply entered a new one where the rules
are cruel and the consequences will never end.
You are entering a place where no one will care who you are and no one will ever respect you. You will be forgotten,
discarded, used, and erased. You will always be remembered as an as a
loser, an absolute failure.
And when those prison doors slam shut behind you,
I hope that sound echoes in your heart for the rest of your meaningless days.
I hope it reminds you of what we all already know. You're nothing.
May you continue to live your life in misery.
You are officially the property of the state of Idaho where your fellow inmates are anxiously
awaiting your arrival.
But it's okay cuz they're there to help you.
Hell will be waiting.
Quick message from our youngest daughter.
Aubrey wanted to say, "You may have received A's in high school and college, but you're going to be getting big D's in prison."
Thank you.
