My Grandpa was my world. He was killed on his 75th birthday by someone with a suspended license on their 3rd DUI. My Mom and I relive this horrific night every year he’s up for parole. It’s unfortunate that the monsters making the choice to drive drunk are rarely the ones who suffer because my suffering is lifelong. After 27 years, I’ve learned it will never hurt any less and I’ll never miss my Grandpa any less.
— Kacey Arreola