Judge James W. Johnson
my nephew, Jamie McCombs, was murdered by Rebecca Lynn Meyers, life as I knew
it suddenly stopped. Our family has always been good, decent, Christian, law
abiding people. We have never caused harm to anyone. We had never known any
violence in our family. We never imagined violence would roar in on us and
come close to destroying us; but two years and 5 months ago our world came to
a complete stop. One of ours was taken from us and the comfortable, peaceful
life we had lived came to an abrupt stop. There are really no words to
describe the feeling of going to bed at night believing everything is all
right in your world, then waking the next day to find your world, as you knew
it, is gone.
was the son of my sister, Karen McCombs, my brother-in-law, Billy McCombs and
the brother of my nephew, Michael McCombs. Jamie and Michael grew up with my
two youngest daughters. From the very beginning, the four were not only
cousins, but also best friends. As a family group, we vacationed together,
spent weekends together, camped out together--we did everything together. My
sister's children were my children and vice versa. When Jamie was murdered, it
was as if my own child had been murdered.
was a wonderful young man. He was a good, clean, decent, Christian, law
abiding person. He was taught family values and moral values and he practiced
them. Jamie was the essence of love. He loved people, animals, nature,
hobbies, his parents, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his cousins, his
friends, his God, and I believe all man-kind. He was a shy, soft-spoken young
man. He laughed often and well. He not only showed his love to others; he
showed his respect, also. He also gave the best bear hugs to this aunt of his.
I adored Jamie. He brought joy and laughter to all who knew him.
senseless, almost unbearable act took our peace, comfort, security, hope,
dreams and familiar personalities from my family. We will never understand
this brutality that befell Jamie. He, of all people, was so undeserving of
this evil act. He was such a kind and gentle person.
death has left a huge void in our family that can never be filled. It has been
horrible seeing the pain my sister, brother-in-law and nephew have had to
endure. I continue to see it and marvel at the strength they have to just make
it through another day. They are enduring the pain that no parent or brother
should have to bear.
family gatherings, which have been a tradition since my brother, sister and I
grew up, have ceased. It is unbearable seeing the empty place where Jamie once
sat, the silence where his laughter once rang out, the absence of his soft
voice and the poking fun at each other. We have been robbed of all that was
and the void is so loud.
mother found her grief at the loss of her beloved grandson more than she could
bear. She slipped into a depression from which there is no return. She now
spends the remainder of her life in a Nursing Home. We were robbed of our
knows where Jamie's life would have led him. Who knows what contributions he
would have made to society. Who knows what his children would have been
like---or his grandchildren. Because of Rebecca Lynn Meyers, we will never
know. Jamie's loved ones are now having to deal with his loss and also are
having to deal with seeking justice for Jamie. We are not seeking revenge in
any way. Jamie can't be brought back We will never wake from this nightmare.
family feels Rebecca Lynn Meyers is a danger to society. She has no remorse
for what she has done to Jamie, all who love him, to her family, her children
or to society as a whole. We plead with you, to sentence Rebecca Lynn Meyers
to Life Without Parole. We truly feel that she is a danger to our family and
to anyone who gets in the way of her desires. Rebecca Lynn Meyers is the
essence of evil.
Ruth Drummond Hagood
Judge James W. Johnson, Jr.
McCombs is my cousin, and when he was murdered two years and five months ago,
all families related to him were devastated. We have never been the same
imagine getting a phone call like I did the morning that he was found by his
mother, Karen McCombs. I will
never forget those words when my mother called and told me… “Jamie’s
dead”. I’ll never forget
about Jamie’s mother going through the torture of finding her own son
murdered, and his father, Billy McCombs, not knowing until he got home later
that day because he was out of town working and had to be contacted. His
driving home knowing something was terribly wrong. Last but not least, his
brother Michael whom was called at work and told to come home.
Our eighty-five year old Grandmother could not even go to her precious
grandson’s funeral because of the shock and will never again be herself. She
is now in the nursing home because severe depression caused her to have
problems with her health.
helped take care of Grandmother every single day when he was alive. He shopped
for her groceries, got her mail, cut her grass, and he never asked her for
anything in return. He helped everyone that he could, worked full time, and
still had time left to be with his family and friends, enjoy his hobbies, and
go fishing, which he loved. He
never caused anyone any problems, never hurt anyone, and was a gentle, sweet
young man with all American dreams.
have two sisters, Mandy and Cissy, who were very close to Jamie. Jamie,
Michael, Mandy, and Cissy were all best friends. Every chance our families had
to get together would mean vacationing together or getting together for a
weekend. Those four kids were soul mates and knew every little thing about
each other, including, hopes, dreams, problems, what made each other happy,
sad, everything. I was twelve
years old when Jamie was born, and I remember holding Jamie and watching him
grow up through the years and watching how sweet he was to every living thing.
He reminded me of my own son, Brian. Jamie and Brian were also close, and
camped, fished, played ball, hunted Easter eggs, and the list goes on. Brian,
who was twelve at the time of the murder, misses Jamie very much. Brian has
nightmares, depression, and his innocence was taken away. When Rebecca Lynn
Meyers schemed to murder Jamie, and then actually did murder him, it shattered
everyone’s lives. My aunt
Karen, uncle Billy, and cousin Michael will never be the same again. My son,
parents, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and I never will, and
Jamie’s paternal relatives never will. It was so unfair for Rebecca Lynn
Meyers to decide on Jamie’s death and our family's fate.
family has not had any gatherings since Jamie’s death. I miss that terribly.
I will never forget the last time that I saw Jamie. It was on
Mother’s Day, two days before he was murdered. None of us had any idea that
it would be our last gathering except for the funeral.
There should not have been a funeral just because Rebecca Lynn Meyers
decided it. If only she had left Jamie alone a couple of years back.
She went out of her way to get his attention, by stalking him until he
finally noticed her and finally weaseling her way into a date with him. Jamie
just didn’t see the bad in her because he never did in anyone.
Rebecca had a plan way back then to get pregnant by Jamie and hook him
into doing anything she wanted. It
is so pathetic that just because he wouldn’t do all she wanted, he had to
die. He was strong and she was evil.
the sake of our families and justice for Jamie, I am pleading that you give
Rebecca Lynn Meyers life without parole. Our families knowing that she will
never get out of prison will make everyone feel safe and feel like justice has
been defined. This is not a plea
for revenge but a justifiable request. Rebecca will ruin her own children’s
lives, our lives again, and other people’s lives if she ever gets a chance.
Sonya Hagood Hulsey
Honorable James W. Johnson,
I am writing to you to ask that you punish Rebecca Lynn
Meyers to the fullest extent of the law.
I am sure that you are now very familiar with the facts of her case.
My purpose is to express to you the pain she caused so many people.
James W. McCombs, Jamie, was my cousin.
From the moment he was born, he was closer to me than my own brother.
Our families vacationed and spent holidays together every year. Jamie was my brother, my best friend. He was the only person in my life who truly knew me.
Jamie understood my heart, my thoughts, my fears, and my dreams.
Rebecca Meyers destroyed many of those dreams.
My memories of growing up with Jamie and his brother
Michael are among my most cherished. I
always imagined when we grew up; their children and mine would be as close as
we were. I confided everything to
Jamie, and he never judged me. The last time I talked to him was the night
before he was murdered, and I thank God every day for giving me that chance.
When I found out Jamie died, I felt as if someone had
reached his hand into my chest and ripped out my heart.
For days, I could barely breathe; I felt as if part of me had been
amputated. I was so alone, not
physically, but emotionally. I
had always been a realistic person, but this was more than I could bear.
I would break into tears for no apparent reason. Nothing could ease my
pain. For weeks, I could not sleep, and when I finally did, nightmares filled
my mind. I dreamed of Jamie’s
still being alive when he was buried. I
dreamed that he was talking to me from beyond the grave.
And one night, I dreamed that someone was holding a gun to my head, and
then I awakened fearing someone was in the room with me.
For days, I felt the terror from that dream.
I realized Jamie had felt a similar fear before he died.
As the events surrounding Jamie’s death became more
evident, not only did I have to deal with losing my best friend, I had to
accept that someone he had once loved and had planned a future with was
responsible for ending his life. What
made me even angrier was the terror he must have felt before the final shot.
If given the chance, I would have traded places with Jamie to save him.
I loved him that much. We
were always so protective of each other, and this time I had failed him. I
blamed myself believing I should have been there to stop this from happening.
But I realized there was nothing that I could have done.
The reality was that Rebecca was determined to kill him.
She was obsessed with the idea and would never have rested until Jamie
was dead. What was more upsetting
was there did not seem to be a motive. She
just hated Jamie for being alive. Jamie did not contact her; he did not bother
her, but she still hated him. She
hated him enough to plan and carry out an elaborate murder. She hated him enough to recruit another evil person to carry
out her sadistic deed.
Rebecca Lynn Meyers is the personification of evil.
She may not have pulled the trigger, but what she did was worse.
She stalked him and used his caring nature to lure him to his death. She sat by and watched Jamie plea for his life and gasp his
last breath. Rebecca
narcissistically believed she had a right to decide whether another person
should be alive. She will never
feel remorse for killing Jamie because she does not believe it was wrong. Therefore, this could happen again. She will never feel guilt
for destroying the lives of those who loved Jamie.
She does not deserve to ever be free again. I am aware that she has two young children, but I honestly
believe that they will have better chance in life without growing up under the
influence of a cold-blooded murderer. If
Rebecca could convince another adult to have no regard for human life, imagine
the damage she could do two young minds.
I know these crimes happen all too often, and nothing
will prevent all of them. But we
know Rebecca is responsible for murdering Jamie.
We also know that Rebecca is capable of doing this again.
She shows no remorse, and when she does, it is only because she wants
leniency. You have the power to
make sure no one else suffers at the hands of Rebecca Lynn Meyers. Please do
not let Rebecca get away with what she has done to my family.
Please sentence her to life without parole.
Dear Honorable Judge James W.
My name is Mandy Koehler
and I am a close cousin of Jamie McCombs.
I am writing to you regarding the impact Jamie’s murder has had.
Trying to describe the impact Jamie’s murder has had on me and my
family and society is a difficult task and nothing I am able to write can
convey the magnitude of emptiness, hurt, and vulnerability that has resulted
Jamie was a gentle, loving, caring, and (unfortunately) very trusting
young man whose biggest hope was to be a “Daddy” and raise kids. When he was a child, he loved to hold any baby he could
and talked of being a pediatrician when he “grew up.” He was very excited when Rebecca told him she was pregnant
and he hoped they could make their relationship work.
I was pregnant with my first child at that time and he loved to talk
about the babies. He bought baby
clothes, diapers, and bottles in anticipation of his little girl.
Unfortunately, Rebecca moved across the country before she was born and
refused to let him see the baby. During
this period Jamie would often hold my son and play with him.
I could see the hurt and longing in his eyes.
We encouraged him to consult a lawyer concerning his rights as a father
and he had finally decided to do so when he was informed that Ashley (his
baby) had “died in her sleep” at 11 ½
months of age. He was
devastated and the whole family was heartbroken.
Jamie was finally beginning to put his life back together and make
long-term goals for himself when Rebecca and Allen murdered him.
As his Mom sorted through his belongings after his death, she found the
baby items he had bought for Ashley that he had not been able to throw
Now that his brother has a little girl and I
have a son and a daughter, the absence of
him and his children is even more painful.
Our children should all be growing up together.
We should be comparing how much our kids look alike and how they remind
us of ourselves growing up. We
should be laughing and dreaming. Instead,
I look at my children and his niece and often cry for what he always wanted
and has now missed.
Our family will never fully recover.
We no longer have our large family gatherings at holidays because his
absence is so profound and painful that we would all rather avoid it.
His parents were so shattered by his murder that even with intensive
counseling they almost lost their marriage and even now are struggling to
maintain their family. Jamie’s
brother, who was 22 at the time, was a care-free young man who was ready to
take on the world. He has spent
the last two and a half years attempting to accept Jamie’s death and move on
with his life. Unfortunately, I
believe he has merely succeeded in drowning himself in his work and family (he
married a year later and now has a new daughter). Although I am sure he will eventually “find himself” and
recover, he has been robbed of his youth and the opportunity to share these
major events of his life with his only brother and sibling.
His Grandfather McCombs, who doted on Jamie, fell into a deep
depression after Jamie’s murder and died a short time later. His Grandmother Drummond also battled depression after
Jamie’s murder and after a period of mental illness, possibly resulting from
that, has had to be admitted to a nursing home.
The shock that something like this could happen to someone like Jamie
is still overwhelming. I am now
more anxious about trusting people, especially with my children, and am slower
to make friends. If someone
approaches me too eagerly to talk or be friendly, I suspect their motives.
I find myself hovering over my children at the park or anytime we are
around other people and have warned my 3-year-old about “bad people.”
I wish my son didn’t have to know (at three years of age) that there are bad people out there but, as my family has been so
brutally reminded, they are.
Any person who believes they have the right
to end another person’s life for their personal gain and satisfaction is a
threat to society. Furthermore, a
person like Rebecca Myers, who not only ended another person’s life but
tormented him for 30 minutes and reveled in her “power” before she did it,
has shown herself to be morally craven and maliciously egotistic and should not be released into society again. I sincerely entreat you to sentence her to the maximum penalty, which,
I hope, is at least life without parole.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the
Master calls a Butterfly.
They shall not grow old, as we that are let grow
Age shall not diminish them, nor the years condemn.
At the rising of the sun and at it's going down, we Remember them.
In Memory of Jamie and Ashley