M.A.D.D.

Tis the season....

for major fatal accidents as a result of drinking and driving. I'm not going to say your a bad person if you do. I know lots of people who do and most of them aren't bad people. Most of them are caring, loving people who are my friends who wouldn't want to hurt anyone. Most of them haven't some of them have and are going to have to live with that forever. I've lost a great deal of people who are close to me, boyfriends, friends, relatives, who were killed in drinking related accidents where if someone chose to take a cab or designate a driver who could stay sober for the night and drive everyone home, things would have turned out differently.

It's never a good time or a better time for losing a loved one, but the worst time is Christmas especially when you have that persons gift all wrapped up to give to them but you can't because instead your wrapping them up in their best suit and tie and lowering them into the ground. So in the spirit of giving I give you this poem that has always stuck in my head when ever I'm at a service for a friend. By the time I turned 20 I had lost 14 friends to drunk drivers. So here's a poem in memory of them and be safe everyone if you need a ride and we live close to eachother call me. I'll come pick you up.

I went to a party Mom,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I had a cherry coke instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
this girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high.
Because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
Mom I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
So I love you and goodbye.