Tricia Tiede

We noticed a cop car pass us and turn around and begin to follow us.

Both men began to panic.

I remember looking over.

The speedometer was going over 90 miles an hour.

I remember looking up, because the car was at an angle, and noticing the entire road above us that we came down was full of maybe a couple cops, but mostly people in common clothes, drawn down with pistols and shotguns and rifles at us.

I just remember how amazed I was that there were so many people there so fast.

I remember a feeling of not necessarily being safe, but of survived.

We're no longer in the custody of those two evil men.

I can't imagine what had been going through Dad's head after he'd been shot and then shot again.

And he's laying there, playing dead, trying to breathe as shallow as possible.

I later learned that Dad had actually been doused with gasoline and he caught on fire himself.

And he had to run into the shower and tear off his snowsuit while on fire.

having the strength to get on the snowmobile and race down that mountain to save my sister and I. How much blood he'd lost, how he couldn't see, getting down the mountain and freezing temperatures.

My whole life, my dad was my hero, and that just put an exclamation point on that.

Aunt Claudia was my mom's older sister.

When mom passed, Aunt Claudia stepped in letting us know that she was there and it gave us all a sense of that we weren't alone.

Graham's had a lot of energy.

She was full of life.

The morning of the crime, I remember turning

and walking over to give my mother a hug, as I always did.