Casey, my oldest son, was a ‘good kid’—on the honor roll every semester, in the marching band, in choir, and on the wrestling and football teams. I never really worried about him throughout high school.
I had the false sense of security that he had the maturity to drink alcohol even though he was underage, but I was wrong. Casey died from alcohol poisoning at the age of 18.
I never talked to Casey about alcohol. If I had it all to do over again? I would have been very clear that underage drinking was unacceptable.
When I found that bottle of rum Casey had hidden in my garage, I would have taken it out and set it on my kitchen counter. We would have discussed why I did not want him drinking. I would have spoken to him about alcohol more often. As a result, I believe Casey would be alive today.