"I don't know if I should say this or not," she says, her voice shaky, her hands pressed together in front of her mouth. As she sits in her modest Fort Worth home, Lydia Galvan recalls what she found days after her husband, a Dallas police officer, was killed in a car crash so violent that his body was ripped apart and his face mangled beyond recognition. So gruesome was David Galvan's death that police never granted her wish to see him one last time. And later, at the funeral home, one of her three sons had to restrain her as she desperately tried to open the casket to say goodbye to their... More >>>
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A picture that Lydia Galvan recently bought in Mexico to honor her husband's memory stands before the utility poll that David Galvan collided with that December morning.