My heart is still shattered every single day since my beautiful boys, Mark and Jacob, were taken from us by Rebecca Grossman. I’ve seen claims from the Grossman family that I “don’t want closure,” that I’m filled with “vile malice forever.” Nothing could be further from the truth. Since the moment I lost them, only one feeling has lived inside me: **overwhelming, endless sadness**. Sadness that they’re not here. Sadness that their little brother Zachary misses them every second. Sadness that our family will never be whole again on this earth. My only hope for true closure is the promise in the Bible—that one day I will see my boys again in heaven. That is the day I quietly long for. Until then, the ache never leaves. I do **not** carry hatred or wish malice on the Grossman’s. Especially not on Nick. I think of him often—sitting in that courtroom, watching his mother led away in handcuffs, then having to text her boyfriend to leave his family alone. Imagining the heartbreak and confusion that young man felt shakes me to my core. It reminds me how the choices parents make can either protect or shatter their children’s hearts. My prayers are with Nick- No child should ever have to endure that pain. To everyone who has asked: I want to be very clear—I am **not** the admin of the “Justice for Mark and Jacob” Facebook or Instagram page, and I do not post there. It was lovingly created and is run by a caring community member who was heartbroken by what happened and wanted to honor my sons and seek truth. I’m deeply grateful for the love and support these pages represent, but they are not mine to speak for. All I want is for my boys’ smiles and laughter to be remembered, and to raise Zachary with their memory alive in our home, and to one day hold Mark and Jacob again. Thank you for reading my heart. If you’ve lost someone, if you’re grieving, if you believe in second chances for broken families—please know you’re not alone. Your kindness here means more than words can say. 💙 Mark & Jacob—forever in my soul. Until we meet again. #MarkAndJacob #ForeverLoved #GrievingMom #FaithOverHate

Here are the photos of Rebecca Grossman car after she killed Mark, 11 and Jacob 8. Mark was hit by the front bumper and Jacob the side of the car. Imagine the impact on their bones. I hope they didn’t suffer before they left their bodies. I pray they didn’t feel a thing. Please Lord.

Westlake high school remembering Wesley Welling. Wesley was killed by an irresponsible driver- “out to kill someone” Wesley was killed only a week after his mom lost her sister. Please say a prayer for Wesley’s parents and his brother and sister. We love you Kelly Welling. I know your pain. Fly high Wesley.

Statement from Karim and Nancy Iskander: To all of you who have loved us, Mark, and Jacob, and who have stood by our family from the very beginning — we are deeply grateful. Today we thank you, and we thank the jury for delivering the punitive damages verdict today and , along with the previous wrongful death verdict. We are especially thankful that the jury saw the truth and delivered justice with clarity and courage, guided by the outstanding work of the wonderful Brian Panish. As you might imagine, our hearts remain broken and no verdict can ease the pain of losing our two sweet boys. It is a profoundly sad day when a jury is forced to place a dollar value on the lives of our children. We understand this verdict will be appealed and that it may be years before any money is ever collected, if at all. What matters most to us now is that the perpetrators are finally beginning to show signs of accepting accountability, and that through this trial, many more people have had the chance to meet Mark and Jacob — to learn who they truly were and the light they brought into this world. Sleep tight Mark and Jacob. We love you.

THE HAUNTING NIGHTMARE THAT TORMENTS ME STILL! The most painful memory from the night my boys were murdered is the cold stare of Rebecca Grossman right outside the ER. I stepped out to see my friend Maggy, who’d been denied entry because of COVID — and there she was. The woman who had just killed my sons. She KNEW exactly what she’d done since they told her at the time of her arrest. She KNEW who I was. I saw it. A female officer quickly spun her around so she couldn’t keep staring at me. I went back inside and watched my 8 year old Jacob take his last breaths. That moment HAUNTS me daily. But Rebecca doesn’t even remember any of it. How can that be?? Someone tell me! she clearly remembered which doctors she knew at Los Robles to call on them to get her out. She and her husband even accuse me of making it up on this prison call. Take a listen youtu.be/JVy6_MHfWpQ?si=iTNF…

IN ADDITION TO OUR WIN IN THE CIVIL CASE WE RECEIVED GREAT NEWS FROM THE CRIMINAL SIDE TODAY! After nearly 6 agonizing years of unimaginable pain- we have a response from the California Supreme Court. Today, the highest court in the state officially DENIED the killer’s petition for review of the case. Sleep tight Mark and Rest in peace Jacob- in the arms of Jesus my sweet little angels. 👼 Mommy and Daddy fought hard for you… and we made it to the end… A massive THANK YOU and congratulations to the absolute heroes in the prosecutor’s office — Ryan Gould and Jamie Castro — for never giving up and bringing justice these boys deserved.

I testified in court this week, and the question I keep getting asked is: “How can you believe in a good God after He allowed your two sons to be mowed down by a speeding SUV and die on the road like that?” I do believe it. I believe in a good God who allowed my sons to die this way. He also allowed the brutal crucifixion of Jesus Christ and the violent deaths of His disciples — events that were followed by the resurrection and the explosive spread of Christianity across the world. To God, death is not the end. It’s simply changing places. Yes, this has shattered me and my family. The pain and suffering are very real and deep. But I believe God sometimes permits evil to touch us, just as He did with Job. I hold onto hope that I will one day see the fruit and greater purpose that comes from my boys’ deaths — just like the greater good that followed the suffering of Christ and the early church. If you disagree, feel free to challenge me. I’m open to the conversation.

My Mother’s Day hit different this year… Everyone asks if it’s hard without Mark and Jacob. It is. But this year, the hardest part was opening this sweet handmade card from Violet. She made a big pink heart that says “Happy Mother’s Day”… and right in the middle, she wrote “Mark & Jacob.” And included Jacob’s favorite Bible verse. My heart broke. I felt like such a bad mom — have I talked about her brothers so much that she thinks the only way to make me happy is to include them? That this day couldn’t just be about her and me? I don’t know how to address this and it’s breaking my heart even more. They’re still part of our family and our daily life. But I never want her to feel like she has to carry my grief.

🌸Happy Mother’s Day to every beautiful mom who lost a son or daughter, May you baby send you a sign today, a familiar song, a breeze, a feather.. May he or she tell you clearly “I love you mom, I am here with you” If no sign comes and the day feels heavy with the grief and sadness, please know that you are wrapped in love. I know how brave you are and I hold you in my heart. Have a Happy Mother’s Day. 💗

Once upon a time my husband and I had three beautiful sons. Then a drunk and irresponsible driver came along.

One of the saddest things since my sons died is that there will never be new photos. I keep opening the same albums, staring at the same pictures, replaying the same birthday videos just to hear their voices. Everything feels frozen. The missing never stops- #internationalbereavedparentday #internationalbereavedmothersday

Mark and Jacob ❤️❤️before they went to heaven

Jacob state when he arrived at the hospital after the crash. youtu.be/-oJ4aLYEmsI?si=xjLa… via @YouTube

They call it “Bereavement Syndrome” — that moment when you feel your loved one who passed is still right there with you or when they speak to you Some people say it’s just hallucinations. I’m not sure what it is… but I know what happened to me. February 23, 2024. I was sitting alone downstairs at the courthouse, eating a bag of Lay’s chips while the jury was deliberating. I looked up at the sky, crunching away, when I clearly heard my son Mark whisper in my ear: “Are you ready, Mom? You’ll be happy, Mom.” Two minutes later, my phone rang. Verdict reached. My heart was pounding as I walked back into the courtroom. My friends were waiting, visibly nervous. I told them what I’d just heard and said, “I’m not worried.” We walked in… and the jury delivered a guilty verdict. I still don’t know how to explain it. Was it Mark? Was it an angel? Or was it my mind finding a way to comfort me during one of the hardest days of my life? All I know is that in that moment, I felt peace — and I felt him.

💔 When Mark and Jacob laughed, my whole face would light up and my heart overflowed with joy. Their happiness was my happiness. If they were sad or disappointed, my chest would tighten and a heavy sadness would wash over me. Their pain was my pain. Now they’re gone, they were murdered. I was murdered as well. I simply died inside—yet I’m still here, forced to keep living. That’s the cruel reality every parent who loses a child has to face

Jacob Iskander Forever 8 01.13.2012-09.29.2020

Last week, Rebecca Grossman—the woman who killed my two precious boys, Mark and Jacob, by speeding through a crosswalk—made a request that I would go visit her in prison… to “see the circumstances she is in.” And that she is “A victim” I’m still trying to process how someone could make such a request. While I can only imagine how difficult her life behind bars must be, the truth is this: I would trade places with her in a heartbeat. I would live in any prison cell, under any conditions, for the rest of my life… if it meant my beautiful boys could be alive again—laughing, dreaming, growing up, and chasing every beautiful future they deserved.