Waited for my son, Ronnie to come home. But instead I got that phone call no parent wants to get. A drunk driver crossed the road and there were guide rails holding Ronnie as the drunk driver slammed into my son. He was gone. Taken at 22 years of age. Leaving behind Mom, Dad, a sister, whom so looked up to her big brother. Now alone. Missed by many relatives and friends. I ask why? But no answer except someone didn’t think beyond that first drink. And now it’s too late for my son. But the drunk driver lives on. Love you and miss you every day, Ronnie. Forever and a day.
— Janie McConnell
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