Mental Health, Memorial, Rant
We all know that Memorial Day was Monday, and although both my parents served in the military during WWII, my father was actually a POW of the Japanese, and he also served in Korea, my focus is on the two young men who died too young due to drunk drivers.
Junior, the dark headed one, was born in 1976. Before his 15th birthday, he was killed in a one car crash, June 9, 1991. It was a Sunday morning, and I will never forget that day. He was my baby… the joker of the family. My entire world imploded.
Four years later, June 24, 1995, his brother, James, was also killed when he was struck by a motorcyclist who had been drinking, at 90+ miles per hour according to the police report. The actual estimated speed was closer to 120 mph. He was 21.
For 20 years I grieved. I mourned. And I was sick, both physically and mentally. I still have days, but it’s only been the past few years I have begun to let go, and develop a life, despite the deaths of my boys.
It took years of counseling, prayers, study, and frankly, just having to go through it. There are no easy answers. There are no answers at all. No amount of sickness or health, time or “healing” will ever change the fact that they are gone, and I have to live the rest of my life without them.
So, my rant is that, even though some alcohol is vegan, and if you drink, it’s your business, if you drink and drive, you make it my business. Deaths due to impaired driving are totally preventable! No one deserves to die because of your choice to drink.
I am remembering my pain and anguish and anger this memorial season. But I am also remembering the lives of the two who changed my life the most in this world, living or dead.
They were joy to me. They were as different as they looked! But they had one thing in common… They loved their mom.
And that love transcends time, life, death, all bounds. That is what I cling to now. I know they are with me in spirit, and I know I will see them again when I cross through the veil of death, and life is good now. I’m healthier than I have been in years, certainly happier, but right now I’m just missing my boys.
What memories did you share this Memorial Day?
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day