my husband, my best friend
(Chesapeake City, MD)
How do I start this. On Monday night November 4, 2003 i went to work as usual. I left the house at 9pm. My husband, Keith Ferguson, was laying on the sofa watching TV. He would sleep there alot when I wasn't home. About 3am my supervisor came to take me outside. I started laughing and stupidly asked if someone was waiting for me with a bubble on top. Little did I know. We walked out the back door and sure enough there he was. Keith had been killed while on the sofa! I really don't remember much after that. I lost it for about 2 weeks.
Seems a young girl decided to have "a few glasses of wine with dinner" She then proceded to go to her ex-boyfriends house where they ended up in an arguement. He threw her out. She left and, like a fool, called him on her cell phone. Supposedly she dropped it and while searching-ran a stop sign and came through our home. Her car was at least 6 feet inside. Keith was killed instantly. They say he never felt it. Who knows for sure.
Now-we live in a cozy home and thought we would be safe in it. In a small town, Chesapeake City, MD., who in the name of GOD could have ever seen this coming. The living room was in shambles. The whole front of the house was sitting it in. They found Keith in the dining room, a good, 40 feet from where he was. His body had already been taken to the examiners in Baltimore before I could get here. The list of injuries was a page long. It was unbelieveable. I went to see him at the funeral home when they got him back and what she did to him was horrific. From what I've been told I screamed for quite a long time. Nothing or nobody could get me calmed down.
He was one hell of a man. We have one son and two grandchildren. They were the love of his life. The girl that killed him took away so much from those kids. To this day whenever they get balloons they always send one to pop pop. I know he gets them all and is probably keeping them in a safe place.
Keith was and is the love of my life. We went to high school together. I miss him so much. Just today I was looking at the pics from that night. I could see his face with his eyes open. He looks like he's begging for help.
She got two and a half years in prison. That was a lot more than what the states attorney asked for. He, who is suppose to be on our side, only wanted 18 months in the county jail. Thank the good LORD the judge didn't listen
She never quit drinking and driving before the sentence and now that she's out she is at it again. Some never learn and others don't even try. I have yet to see any remorse. I don't see her but she lives and works here in Chesapeake. Parties alot at her job-a bar!!! I really don't know what I'd do if the time came where we were face to face. I know I won't just walk away.
What she did ripped his family to bits. His mom had to stay sedated for a few days. I refused any meds thinking I wanted to remember everything. Didn't work. His sister and I have become involved in MADD. I just wish I could say it works but everytime you turn around it's happening to someone else.
Anyway that's my story. I love my husband very much. And will always miss and need him. He is my baby and will be forever.