Back in the late 70’s, a friend of mine was out with a bunch of girlfriends and they had been drinking. My friend wanted to go home but they talked her into staying with them. She was in the back of a pickup with a camper top. Driver pulled out from a side street to a major thoroughfare and smashed into a pole killing my friend in the back. The driver I think got probation, under age driving while impaired. Having to live with that the rest of your life would be terrible.
When my kids got to late high school/early college, I’d tell them that story about not driving while drinking or getting into a car where the driver had been.
Horrible. So sorry.
All the boys were sober. It was just absolute stupidity and that feeling of youthful invincibility in this case.
Some of the boys still have PTSD and injuries to this day.
Still friends, tho. I tried to mediate that a few months after the wreck. It was healing for them. Made them get together over lunch to discuss their experiences. And what I witnessed on arriving to the scene.
I wouldn’t wish that on ANY momma. It is burned in my memory.