A Message from Julia Bilello

We have no answers, supposed theory but none held to account. It is frighteningly too often that people are shot while trying to work and survive. Why has no one had the courage to come forward and face justice? Only calllous cowardice and ignorance comes to mind. I am left hearing his voice in my head every minute of everyday calling out for help. "Help me, Oh God please Help me..." . I screamed.  "Im coming Babe"grabbed Belle and Alex and headed out the door. We came across the emergency vehicles just 4 minutes from the Yock. His car off in the distant field  but my beloved was already in the helicopter to Ruby. We raced there thinking it was a bad accident, but his cries let me know it was dire and within minutes I got a call asking me to be prepared to make decisions for him. Horror was now sinking in as I screamed "Oh my God,....... is he alive?" I swore I heard a giggle as she said "Yes, he is alive" with nothing more to offer but strangely her giggle made me think "Okay, calm down you're overreacting". I was not. The confusion as we got to the hospital and the strange lack of any sympathy had me just feeling in the twilight zone. Emergency, (where we were told to arrive) then directed us to Shock Trauma which was equally bizarre and unfriendly. They almost seemed to act as if he was not there. It now makes sense as this turns out to be a Homicide, but at the time it was a bad accident and this was the upside down

When they took me alone upstairs to "identify" my high school sweetheart and start to explain to me that he has been shot. "No,no you have him mixed up with another patient, MY husband has suffered a bad car accident". It was not. The nightmare truly began to take shape as I  rounded the corner  and spotted my unbreajable man. He was broken. They said there was no fixing him and wanted his organs. While I'm told he lost conciousness in the helicopter and was brain dead at 10:21pm.....the grueling organ donation process of which you cannot imagine, then lasted four days as they auctioned off his parts.  We were watching this lifeless Hero of a Saint now bloat and discolor wondering if anymore flights would be cancelled carrying the vivisectionist surgeons and would any of his organs even be viable by the time they were placed and retrieved. What injustices and negligences I have learned between the healthcare/justice systems makes me feel defeated and hopeless. Having to walk away from that hospital knowing that I was leaving him there now and forever. This person that I struggle  everyday to live without. 

So many people loved this man. Always smiling, positive and uplifting and jovial. The world needs more of Slanz and a lot less guns in the hands of careless morons who still remain anonymous. For now. So, To whom it may concern. I will look you in the eye one day and see you held to account for his death. It is all I live for now. Please come forward and receive your proper sentence. Serve your time, show contrition and learn gun safety of better yet NEVER shoot anything ever again. I can forgive someone who is sorry. The mystery of why and the nagging concern of lurking danger is intolerable. Please turn yourself in. Thank You.