Nicole Kimble

My sister was walking down the road with her friend at approximately 11:30pm on 2/7/03 and they were both hit, her friend first who was knocked out of the way and then my sister who sustained blunt force teams to the head and was taken off life support at 9pm the following evening.

The suspect in the case was never convicted due to lack of evidence. My sister Amy — I can’t put into word how special she was or how close we were, despite having the same dad and different moms so we were truly robbed of so much sister ship and time but we worked hard to fight for our close relationship despite my moms messy divorce with my father.

Amys friend Robin survived and is married today with two health and thriving children. I’ve had a lot of losses in my young life, best friends etc but this was the first and still hurts the most.

Three years afterward, when we were unable to convict this man of vehicular manslaughter or hit and run, because that’s what he did, the police released the suspects name and we had to opportunity to meet this person at local correctional facilities. My dad had no desire but it stepmom for to the guy first and followed his court cases over the years meeting both him and his parents and actually developing a telephone relationship where they spoke once in a while about what happened to Amy and how she just wished whoever did this would be sorry for all of the life and years she would miss.

This guy was a white male in his thirties and had a narcotics record miles long. I met him and we spoke for three hours. At the time I met him, the statute of limitations was up in the state, so if he did this and he knew he did, he could literally admit it to me and not be charged. He blamed a guy from HS saying he was being set up by him and that he wanted to help us.

I asked him if he had any children. He said he had one 17 year old daughter. I asked him how many years of his life he’s spent in jail, and he said 13. After I listens to him give me excuses on how someone was setting him up to take the fall for my sisters death, And how he wanted to help us because he knew who did it— I told him he had three years to “help us” and then asked him one question:

I want you to think of one woman in your life that means more to you than your own. It could be your mom who constantly bails you out of jail every time you make your same old stupid choices and find yourself caught, it could be your daughter or some girlfriend. I want you to imagine where you would be if I came up behind her with a speeding truck, in the dark, and hit her, left her for dead in the road and drove off.

That POS sat back in his chair and got tears in his eyes and I looked him dead in them and said “that’s how I know you killed my baby sister. My only one and only sibling.”

I walked out and had two messages from detectives on Amy’s case telling me it wasn’t worth going to meet him, they knew he would take this to his grave.

Do you know the first detective in this case was younger but he resigned from his job over my sisters unsolved case?

Heartbreaking. More so for my Stepmom as it was her only child and daughter.

I’m not a real fan of FAKEBOOK, but it has provided for me during my grief process. I met a couple in a “compassionate friends” group which is a national organization for parents who’ve lost children and they have annual conferences where people meet up to share their stories. This couple had a story so eerily close to ours that we spoke in the phone and my husband and I actually drove from NC to TX to meet them last year.

They took their 7 year old daughter to a target for pizza and a birthday present for a party Savannah was going to later that day. As they were leaving the Target, dad was walking ahead of mom and daughter when an 80 something driver hit four people in front of the Ross near the target (ages ranging from 28-50 I think) and this driver speeds up— which I’m sure is exactly what my sisters killer did after having already hit someone—- and sped up, turned but couldn’t make the turn because a car was parked in front of the Michael’s next to the Target 🎯 so he kept trying to turn to the left and his pick up went up over the little curb by the handicap section. Directly in his path was little Savannah and her mom, hand in hand. Dad heard something, turned, screamed because he saw it coming.

Savannah was ripped from her mother’s hand and flew over an old man’s windshield who was sitting in his car at the time. He opened his door and saw she was blue and there was nothing he could do for her. The man’s truck wheels were on his hood and he had pretty much ridden the damn red pole holding the handicap section.

He tried to say he has diabetes and had a low but he didn’t. He wrote an apology letter to the parents but due to his age, got a slap on the wrist.

It makes me disgusted and sick. But I have spoken at MADD meetings. Tried to reach other to those who have lost their children and siblings the way Amy passed. I try to use her story to help others and I think it does.

I’m traveling this weekend but you can reach me by email at NKimble1221@gmail and I will respond with my phone number. I am available to talk on the phone Tuesday before 3 about this.

Thank you for helping others like us.