Fourteen Years
On this day in 1994, my youngest sister, Jody, was killed by a drunk driver. I can hardly believe more than 14 years have passed since her light shined upon the world. In her memory, my tradition is to fast on May 4. The last time I ate a meal on this day, she was alive.
Her loss was a devastating tragedy for the whole world. She was a shining star—a bright amazing person who personified optimism and friendliness. I wonder what she’d have become, who she’d be now, where her fortunes would have taken her. I guess it’s something I’ll always wonder about.
Whatever you do on the weekends, please don’t drink and drive. You might make it home tonight, but you might not. And when you get in a crash, the chances are significant that someone like me will talk about someone they lost on a dark night. Don’t take the risk. Call someone and get a ride home.
I’d like to add to your last paragraph is that if you know anyone that is drinking and driving, take their keys, or call them in. You can call 911 and alert your local police department that someone is driving under the influence. I’ve personally started making notes of friends license plates that are prone to being an asshole and driving while drinking.