Cheryl's story
In memory of my precious, irreplaceable and unforgettable son Aaron.
How do you put into words the way a mum feels when someone decides to enjoy a drink, jumps into a car and takes her sons life and her happiness away forever?
Let me tell you, there are no words, just pain.
"I lost my precious son to a drink driver when he was only 22 years old." |
I lost my precious son to a drink driver when he was only 22 years old. He was our world. One Sunday evening in July 1996 a police officer knocked on the door to tell us a drink driver had destroyed our son’s life.
11 years have passed since that dreadful day and the pain does not go away. Many people say that time is a healer but they have it wrong. Time only teaches you to live with pain day in and day out. If I lost an arm or leg people would know that my life could never be the same, that there were many things I could no longer do and that pain would continue, but because the pain of losing my son to a drink driver does not carry outward signs no one really knows except my family, because they are in constant pain too.
"11 years have passed since that dreadful day and the pain does not go away." |
Please, before you decide to have that drink just remember my words and step into my shoes, just for a moment, because the next person could be your son, daughter, wife husband, mother or father
If by writing this message I can get through to just one person considering drinking and driving today, then I have achieved my goal. DRINK DRIVING DESTROYS LIVES FOREVER - PLEASE DON’T
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