Shane was killed by a drunk driver in July
What is more dangerous then a drunk driver?
By Nedroj Walker
My mother opened the letter the day after Christmas. She said “oh no” in that special mother's voice that means something is really wrong. He was a childhood friend, a year younger then me. Our families were friends too, but over the last few decades we didn't connect much.
I owe it to my mother that there was still any connection at all. She has a vast network that she hand writes to despite arthritis that would have crippled a lesser will.
Since he moved away I had seen him only a few times, but they were good times and I was vividly reminded that we were kindred spirits. From time to time I would hear updates of his life from letters from his mother to mine and I knew he heard similar updates about me.
He was killed about the time I was visiting my family with my fiancee. I don't think he'd heard I was engaged. There is a deserving rage out there that wants something different.
Sometimes my friends drive drunk. I don't. I never drive, rarely drink, and almost never get drunk. I do other things though. I wouldn't dare claim no sin, but I will dare righteousness about this.
You the group that have done this. You the drinkers and drivers have entered my realm of hate. I give enough of a damn now to proactively stop you. I will no longer request or ask. I will tell and if you move to go I will stop you myself or call the law upon you, no matter if you are my lover, my best friend, or even my family.
Do not dare to harm those under my protection again.