After the car crash, which happened at 4PM on Saturday, my time was split between King Faisel Hospital and the Guest House. I call the 72 hours of her coma time "between numbness and pain". I became increasingly angry. I wasn't angry at God. The focus of my anger grew to be Frank Murenzi. He was the driver of the death car. If Frank had driven more carefully, my lovely Kim would still be alive. Frank was careless - or wreckless - or worse. I wanted "justice" for Frank. I decided that I wanted to write a sworn affidavit for two reasons; first to make a record of my experience, and second to make sure that Frank did not escape justice. On Tuesday, August 3, Zachary and I went to the US embassy. I spoke this statement before the consul, Jean Woynicki, and she typed it out. Kim would die a few hours after this visit to the embassy.