I remember this day 12 years all to well. The father of my 3 half sisters and half brother was killed at 3:30pm by a drunk driver. He was a junior high art teacher, he was on his way home from work. He was stopped to make a left hand turn into his driveway. A very drunk man smashed into the back of his little Jeep. There were no skid marks, the man didn't even try to stop or slow down. The crash caused his Jeep to flip over and the impact broke his back, I don't believe he made it to the hospital before he was gone. This day always hits me hard. He wasn't my father but he was always very kind to me and welcomed me into his life. It was wrong that he died that day. My sister had just had her first child 12 days before. He was getting ready to go see his newest grand daughter. His children and grandchildren were the world to him. He never got to see her, or the other grand kids that followed. He was one of the kindest people I have ever known. His students all loved him and he also was in the National Guard for close to 20 years. The man that killed him spent a very short amount of time in jail, he was in poor health from years of drinking and was allowed out of jail to live out his days with his family. We never got to say good bye. I hate this day, I hate that I remember it for this reason. With the holidays coming up its a good time for everyone to remember that you should never drive drunk. No one should have to go through this when this type of accident is 100% avoidable.