An acquaintance was killed Thursday night by a drunk driver. I had just seen her on Tuesday, and she was great as always, fifty-three, satisfied, quiet but confident. Sometimes it takes fifty-three years to achieve the peace and serenity that makes life so wonderful. She loved her granddaughter, who was in the car when the drunk driver crossed the line and killed her.
The baby is okay, my friend is gone. And people continue to drive drunk, and most of us…
Added by Michael Morse on September 1, 2012 at 10:44am — No Comments