The Holidays are always the hardest. We lost my brother Hector at the age of 18 back in 1982 on Thanksgiving Day. My brother was in a motorcycle crash killing his friend instantly and leaving my brother in a coma for 5 days. I miss him every day, and I wonder who he’d be today. My hope and prayers is that there are no more victims to Drunk Driving. He will always live in my heart.
— REBECCA GRIMES
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