6 years ago, my life changed dramatically on July 25, 2009 when my youngest son Jason was killed in a drunk driving crash. My faith is shaken, my heart is broken, I feel incomplete, I miss my son, I hurt for my children who miss their brother terribly. All this because of a drunk behind the wheel of a car. We have to get tough. I never thought anything like this could happen to me. Jason was so responsible. Drunks however are not responsible and my innocent child was taken from me by one. He was in the back seat, wearing his seat belt, had a ZERO% BAC. He was not drinking, but he's gone. Until we clean up the roads, get county, and nationwide support and action, this could happen to anyone. Drunk driving is responsible for 1/3 of the accident, or crash fatalities each year. That figure is astounding, and unacceptable. I used to be a dreamer and am way too deep. I believe in angels. I believe in footprints in the sand. I live by the golden rule. I believe in silly things like fate and destiny. I still believe in miracles but will never understand why my son was taken from me. I am a keeper of memories. My life is a series of moments and I treasure each and every one, more now than ever before. All I have is memories of my son. His wonderful laugh, his beautiful smile, his face which I miss seeing everyday more than I could ever express. I am tough. I am a survivor. I am determined to fight what took my son from us. His memory will live on forever and his legacy will continue through all of us. Stay safe and please, don't drink and drive.