My father was killed on a country road in Wisconsin one cold February evening in 1984, after pulling off to the side of the road, possibly during an episode of diabetic low blood sugar, while searching for a restaurant. He was looking under the hood on the side of the road when a drunken driver, who had just left a bar and was known as the local “town drunk,” plowed into the back of Dad’s car, pushing the car into the ditch and on top of Dad. A neighbor heard the crash and called an ambulance, but Dad was declared dead upon arrival at the hospital. He had been crushed to death under the weight of the car, and also had head injuries. The drunk driver got off with a small fine — maybe just a few hundred dollars. I will never forget you, Dad!
— Janet Lenius
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