It all started on September 11,2003. My beautiful husband Bill and I went out for dinner and a couple of drinks after working at our retail business in Indiana. We went to our usual Wednesday night place called the Distillery, where they had happy hour drinks for just a dollar. When we were ready to go home,some of our friends decided to show up and have a drink with us. Before we knew it, we all decided to go to another local bar that we were all familiar with. This was dumb on our part because in our retail business we get up in the early morning hours and we work outdoors in the high heat of the summer. We had absolutley no business drinking on that day...we were tired,hungry and moody. I might as well explain to you that I (Lisa) owned another small business with a friend of mine and it was not the "ideal partnership" and we were in the process of "splitting up" our 2 locations. I was in a "mood" for weeks over this situation. What did I do?? I took it out on my b! est friend Bill, the man that loved me no matter what. So,later that night,when we were on our way home,I insisted on driving home because I had a lot less to drink than Bill. Bill and I fought all of the way down the highway because Bill wanted to drive home. I continued to drive and our argument escalated. When I was entering the entrance ramp onto the expressway,Bill screamed at me to let him out of the car. At first I told him that I would not!! Finally I gave in and let him out of our vehicle. That was the last time that I saw my husband funtion as a normal man. I proceeded to drive on angrily. Immediately, I tried to dial and page his phone and when there was no answer I was angered even more because I thought that he was purposely ignoring me. I kept on dialing and driving. Finally I got an answer on Bills phone. A man answered and told me that he was a paramedic and that they were trying to revive Bill on the scene. My body froze. I remember feeling numb. I was in disbelief. I was only about 6-8 minutes down the road. I immediately exited the expressway. I pulled into a gas station and called 911. Then I called my sister frantic. The police showed up at the gas station and wanted to take my vehicle. (I was the first suspect) I refused them to search my vehicle. I wanted to go to the hospital where my husband was airlifted. My brother in law drove me to the hospital. When I saw Bill he was on a ventilator and he had tubes down his nose. I think I fainted. I held him crying because the last words that we said to eachother were angry. Anybody that knows us knows that we are very much in love with eachother and we had a good life together. It felt like I was going to die that night. I was in the room holding him for a mere 20 mins, when the cops pulled me out to interview me, like I did this to him. I was confused and dazed and traumatized. It was only minutes sooner that I watched my husband diahrea and vomit continuously when only an hour prior he was totally normal. The cops taped me while they questioned me and I felt like a criminal. All that I could keep thinking is how could I let him out of the car?? Well, come to find out... after leaving the car, Bill was attacked and mugged and left for dead. I was exhonerated after 3 days. My husband was left with an anoxic brain damage following cardiac arrest after being struck in the back of the head and knocked out face first. He suffocated. He was discharged from the hospital on Sept 23. He had no choice but to be stuck in a nursing home, where he has resided ever since. I have cared him at his bedside from day to night I WILL FINISH THIS LATER

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