To Corrections of Canada, Warden and Ladies and Gentlemen of the Parole Board: Since receiving notification of this hearing, it has become harder and harder to function in normal activities. The emotional and physical side effects increase daily, and I have become much more withdrawn and stressed than ever before. This is the first time I have come face to face with this monster in 24 years. Since these horrific acts, I have lived in real and constant fear. The uncontrollable need to be sure all my surroundings are locked, secure and safe hasnt subsided. In fact, as this hearing has gotten closer, it has gotten worse. My husband has awoken in the middle of the night to find me in a panic, just because I had heard an unknown sound in our house. I never went back to sleep. He has also found me wandering through the house, assuring myself that every window and door is locked. Its demoralizing and sad that I cant even feel safe in my own home. There are events surrounding March 21, 1991 will always be remembered. Walking home from school and seeing my maternal grandparents car in the driveway was the first inclination that there was something seriously wrong. I remember stopping in the middle of the street, wondering why they were there with no notice. Sadly enough, it wasnt a happy and surprise visit. They wouldnt tell us why mom and dad werent home, and why we werent going to school the next day. The sense of dread became even greater, but nothing could have prepared me for what the reason was: Grandma and Grandpa had been killed. I remember not sleeping, and being so confused as to why someone would want to hurt them. They were so loving, so kind, and would do anything for anyone. Even a child could see how special they were. Most of my best childhood memories are from their house: a tea party with Grandma, a ride on a tractor with Grandpa, the first taste of my Grandmas applesaucea recipe that she never wrote down, and cannot be replaced--running around the yard with my siblings and cousins in search of your own Easter bunny, or hearing Grandma read Cinderella as a bedtime storyshe had a particular copy of the book that was pink. What you may not understand is my grandparents were the rock of my family. Every Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter were spent at their home, with my entire family crowded around tables, laughing, telling stories, and spending precious time together. It is so difficult to look back on those memories and not be able to make more of them. However, these childhood memories were shattered when we were allowed to walk into their home after they were murdered. Seeing the house riddled with bullet holes, the stained floor, and furniture destroyedthis is the memory I was left with. I still recall cutting my left hand on the kitchen sinkthe bullet holes had created sharp edges. Although I was young at the time of the murders, this life changing event didnt fade into adulthood. I have trouble focusing at work, and often have to fight to perform the most mundane tasks. It is a battle to keep emotions at bay when someone else listens to my real life nightmareone that clearly isnt over. This is just not about me anymore.this is not only my past; it becomes someone elses crisis. Even the thought of allowing my husband to be in the vicinity today was terrifying. It is a lot for someone else to take on, and there are so few people that are willing to accept this part of my life, and take it on as their own. It is one thing to meet someone and get married, but its a whole different situation trying to explain to someone you love what has happened and what the future could possibly be. Might I remind the Parole Board again what was stated from the original trial. The offender warned our family that he wasnt done with us. The threat of finding all of us, cutting us up and mailing us home was reiterated by the offenders own sister: he plans to hunt down the rest of us and murder us as well. Hes not done with us. This convict clearly follows through with his threats, as stated on February 18th, 1991the day he held my aunt at knifepoint for hours and repeatedly assaulted herthat he would kill her family if she told anyone. The police made a life-altering mistake when he was released from his arrest two days later. This mistake cost my grandparents their lives, and nearly cost my Aunt Michele hers. It has cost the rest of our family immeasurable heartache, stress, grief, and countless hours of agony. George Harding Lovie has had 24 years now to plan, manipulate, and strategize how he is going to accomplish the remainder of his stated intentions. Do you not think that he will follow through on this?It is unfathomable that a double murderer was only sentenced to a 25 year prison term, with early release being an option after only 15 years. How is this justifiable? Why is this happening now? How many more parole hearings will my family and I have to endure? The offender has no reason to be let out of prison. Is it worth risking your own family and community? Do you want this offender in your neighborhood? In your town? How would you feel living next to someone who committed such horrific crimes? He is nothing more than a manipulator; a controller with a goal in mind to hunt down the remaining members of my familywith the probability to terrorize another. I hope and pray for the day that my life will be fully rebuilt without the fear, without waking up in the middle of the night, and without the guardedness I must front presently. This is not something that can easily be healed by therapy or timeyou become hard wired from a tragedy such as this. Perhaps one day this will occur, but for now, I will continue to look over my shoulder. By keeping the offender in prison and denying his request, justice can be served in its own way. Enough mistakes have been made by the Canadian judicial system. This is the time to try and make up for the errors that happened in the past and keep my family and I safe. Please stop the cycle of anguish and distress we constantly endure. This statement is submitted by Stephanie Edwards on 6/11/2015.