Today, March 6, is my older sister’s birthday. On July 1, 2000, she was killed when she swerved her vehicle to avoid a head-on collision with a drunk driver. Gloria’s vehicle overturned and caught fire…her husband who was with her got out of the vehicle but could not get my sister out and she died.

I have been MADD at drunk drivers ever since. Alcoholism is a disease and has affected many families, including my own.

Sadly, just one year after my sister was killed, her 10 year-old grandson was struck while riding his bike…and he suffered a brain injury.

Getting into a vehicle when you are drunk, and driving without regard for others is just bad decision making. It is sheer stupidity…if you want to get drunk, stay home. If you are away from home,  designate a driver or walk home or call a cab/a friend/hitchhike. Don’t make that stupid decision to drive a vehicle putting others at risk…it is a dangerous weapon at that point, no different than the careless use of a gun. And, have some respect for your own life…a teen just lost his life this week in PS right after texting “ME DRIVIN DRUNK!”.

My sister and I had lots of plans for things we were going to do together in our old age, after we raised our children and quit working, as kind of a reward. We laughed about how we were going to go on a cruise and be obnoxious old ladies. We would leer at young men with nice packages, making lewd comments to them; and not putting up with shit from anybody, speaking without a filter…just like our old aunts had. We did not get the chance to do do those things. Now I have to be obnoxious and bitchy all by myself…it is not nearly as much fun.

Every year on my sister’s birthday I celebrate her life and the wonderful job she did in raising her children and what a loving, caring wife she was to her husband…I will have a drink or two in her honor (she didn’t drink at all so I always had to make up for her lack of indulgence)…and turn on the tv and leer at some hunk in the privacy and safety of my own home.

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