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car and returning home just after five o’clock that Wednesday.  He had looked down and was changing the radio station.  When he looked up, it was too late.  They hit head-on and my sister was killed.

Yearning For Change

I was so angry.  I hated that man.  Even though I wanted to be a good Christian, I couldn’t figure out how to forgive him for killing my sister. Maybe you felt this way too.  Did you wish him dead?  Did you wish him locked up and the keys thrown away?  Did you call him names and

 

hate that his family got to have him but your family would never have your loved one again?

Did you cry out for justice?  Did you see the glaring errors in how the incident was handled and disagree with what the authorities did?  Did this whole epidemic of drunk driving rise to the level of absolute injustice that must stop NOW?

You are not alone.

The pain is overwhelming and just making it through the day can be seemingly unachievable.  It’s a long and painful journey.  Each of our stories will be different yet oh, so similar.  There’s a shared suffering that many people simply can’t relate to and it changes us forever.

I’m so sorry for your loss.  I know that pain and it is horrific.

My sister was killed by a drunk driver in 1992.  She was only 44 years-old and was a mother of three children.  Her youngest was only 12 at the time.

I vividly remember the day I got the call.  The shock.  The finality.  The anger.  The pain. The hurt.

He was driving home after spending the afternoon fishing and drinking.  He had an open container in the car.  It happened on a windy road in small town Minnesota on a beautiful September day.  My sister was riding in her girlfriend’s