My brother was killed by a drunk driver when he was 21, he would of been 56 today. I love him as much as the day he was killed. This tragedy, has defined me. I have always wanted to meet me as the sister who’s brother was not killed by a drunk driver. When I was 51 I had a heart attack, but no damage to my heart. The real damage happened the night my bother was killed. Those scares will never be invisible.
— Debra Robinson