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Personal memories of a tragic loss.
I was about 15 years old and my friend John and I went to Nags Head with my family one weekend. On Saturday while at the beach, my mom received a phone call from John’s mother. His brother went to a party the night before and drank too much so he decided to stay the night at the house. He woke up early the next morning, still a little intoxicated, and started driving home. About two miles from leaving the house, he ran off the road and hit a tree dead on going about 50 mph and died instantly. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, he still had alcohol in his system, and worst of all – his phone was still open with an unfinished text. John’s mother asked that we get him home that day without telling him what had happened so his family could tell him. We told John my mother got called into work and we had to leave early. We drove four hours back home, all the while trying to act normal in front of John. When we got back, his family was waiting in our driveway. They cried in our rec-room for nearly an hour before leaving. It was one of the most difficult days I’ve ever experienced. Luke Slate GEICO