To all those apologists on this thread, making excuses for Muzzo, Read
this if you dare. Try to visualize what is being described here and imagine what it must be like.
Her voice breaking, Neville-Lake recounted how she was at home Sunday waiting for her father and mother to drop off the three children — “the monsters” — in Brampton after a weekend with the grandparents in King City. Her dad, Gary, was running more than an hour late.
“I turned on the news,” she said. “They showed a flash of the scene. My eyes immediately went to the van and I said, ‘That’s my van.’ I screamed.”
Hearing the news, Edward left his shift at a Mississauga grocery store and drove to a police station with Neville-Lake.
“That’s when they told us it wasn’t just my dad. They said my oldest son was dead too,” she said, tears running down her cheeks.
They next drove to the Hospital for Sick Children, where a doctor told them that Harry and Millie were being kept alive through “extraordinary measures.”
“Basically they had no brain function. They were already cold,” Neville-Lake said. “The part that made them Millie and the part that made them Harry was already gone.”
She called her mother, who was in care at St. Michael’s Hospital following the crash. “I said, ‘Mommy, we need you to sing to them. We need you to stop screaming, for them.’ ”
She did, managing to sing Millie’s favourite lullaby, the “I Love You” song from Barney& Friends.
The doctors placed the two beds beside one another, moved the children close and placed their hands together as their parents lay down beside them.
“We all sang ‘Somewhere over The Rainbow,’ and my babies’ machines stopped.”
I mean if that doesn't rip you apart, nothing will.
So yeah, I don't feel the least bit sorry for Muzzo. He'll go back to his world of private jets, monster houses, Ferraris and his gold digger wife.
He's a piece of shit.