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Parents' harrowing pen letter to son's killerWe took our Billys ashes to court because we wanted you, Brian Williams, to see what you have taken away from us. Billys ashes are all we have left now - he was our only child, our boy. That is why we had him cremated. We wanted to keep his ashes close to us, feel him

near us, all around us. But you couldnt even do us the decency of raising your head to look when you were in the dock in Manchester. You took the cowards way out - just as you did the night Billy died. Hed been out to one of the local bars and was cycling round to his mates to watch the Ricky Hatton fight. Full of drink you made the

choice to drive your car. People had already seen you earlier that night showing off and revving your engine. Billy didnt stand a chance as you put your foot down and sped along the wrong side of the road not far from our home in Urmston at 3am. Why didnt you stop when you hit Billy on his bike with such force that his body smashed your windscreen? Why did you carry on driving when Billys body was laid across your windscreen before it crash

ed to the road 200 yards later? When you finally returned to the scene of the accident you even had pieces of Billys flesh and blood on your clothes, yet you lied to police and said it was tree sap. Why? Our only consolation is that Billy died insta

ntly - he didnt suffer. His injuries were so severe that he had no chance of survival. The top of his head was s

liced open, his brains were spilled out on to the road, his spleen and liver crushed. His two friends had to witness that. They loved Billy so much that they stayed with him to the v

ery end. That experience will stay with those young men forever. You have ruined so many lives. We have no life now. We often sit at home alone, but a quiet moment doesnt bring us peace - only tears, loneliness, depression and anger. Our house is silent without Billy and his friends. Sleeping is our only time to rest, but even that is short-lived. We lie awake at night, thinking of the many what ifs? What if wed told Billy we wanted him in early that night? What if it had rained - would he have stayed home instead? What if he had been walking rather than riding a bike? Billy was our son and no angel, but whatever happened he didnt deserve to die. Hed celebrated his 21st birthday four days earlier and had all his future ahead of him. Youll never know what a fantastic lad he was. He was a loving son, hardworking, a real chatter

box who worked as a mechanic. People always said what a polite and well-mannered boy he was. He always had a smile and a wave for everyone. He loved fishing and we used to take him night fishing, set him up in his tent and check he was all right. A few hours later he would ring for us to come and pick him up because he was cold. How we miss those phonecalls. Billy was only six when we got together. He gained a new mum who loved him as her own flesh and blood. He always used to sign cards your loving son, and that meant the world to both of us. He had found the maturity and sense of right and wrong to overcome his

tough start in life. We were very proud of him and the man he had become. Yet you are 35 years old, a grown man, a father, but you were the one that behaved like a young kid when you got behind the wheel of your BMW that night. You were showing off with no respect or regard for others. And you will have to live with that mistake for the rest of your life. No parent should have to arrange their own childs funeral. Hundreds of people came that day - our street was full. Even the teachers from his primary school came to pay their respects. That is how well thought of our Billy was. Yes, weve got our photographs and memories. His Mothers Day card is still on the sideboard, but we havent got him. We havent got anyone to throw our arms around and hug, we havent got anyone to help us into old age. All we have is our precious sons ashes in a box on our windowsill. You have robbed Billy of all his hopes and dreams for the future. He dreamed of being an HGV driver, just like his dad, uncle and grandad before him. He was working towards getting his full licence. This was his choice and his dream - but you have robbed him of that. You had your full driving licence but you abused it with the most tragic of consequences. You had the choice to use your licence wisely, but you had total disregard for human life and the laws that were put into place to protect it. You had 19 previous convictions for driving offences and on the night you killed Billy you were two-and-a-half times the drink-drive limit and driving without insurance. What on earth made you choose to get behind the wheel? Billy has no more choices left. Billy, our only child, has been taken away from us forever. Even to the very end yo

u have tried to save your own skin. By pleading guilty to this crime you have secured a reduced sentence. The maximum sentence is 14 years, yet you have only received sevenand-a-half. We respect the courts decision, but want to ask this - how many people would you have had to kill to achieve the maximum

14 years? Two, three, or even six or seven? With good behaviour you will be out in three or four years and be able to start your life afresh. You will be able to see your children grow and be a part of their lives. Yet you robbed Billy of that chance. He will never get married or have children. You have stolen Billys future

- and our future along with it. We are suffering and are as emotional today as we were the ve

ry first night this happened. It is only the support from family and friends that has helped us ease a little of the pain we feel day in, day out. Somehow we must find the strength to carry on. We know we cannot bring Billy back and no sentence will ever give us the justice we hope for. We respect the law and we have a high regard for the efforts of the police and the judicial system, but we cannot help feeling that the s

ystem is lagging far behind the expectations of the victims. We pay close attention to the reports of people who are killed on the road, many like this - through another persons choice to commit a selfish act. It is true: drink driving wrecks lives. We didnt get justice for Billy, but no matter how many years you were sentenced to, it would never be enough for the life of our Billy. We still talk to Billy every single da

y. He is all around us - his pictures, his ashes, his friends, his memories

. But we have to accept that he is never coming back. And that is down to you.

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