On April 10, 1984, I lost my father to the actions of a drunken driver.
My father and mother had just eaten lunch. Daddy gave her a quick kiss and went outside to finish mowing the grass. He never came back in.
At that same time, two young men had been out on the river drinking beer with some friends. On their way home, they saw Daddy and decided to scare the “old man.” Daddy was 72, in perfect health and enjoying retirement after working 41 years for the Alabama Power Company.