It was 6:00am Febuary 29, 1980. My uncle and his roommate was on his way to work, to a new job that he really liked. He was just beginning to get his life around. He was 5 minutes away from work when he was hit head on by a pickup truck. Driven by 2 guys who had been out partying all night. He and his roommate where killed instantly. The 2 guys in the pickup truck got minor scratches.
My uncle just turned 26. The 2 guys were in the hospital for 3 days for observation. My grandfather took this especially hard. He went to the hospital and stood in the doorway and just glared at the 2 guys. It was 6 months before my grandfather said a word to anyone. My mother wrote him a letter and let him know that it wasn't his fault. My grandfather then called my mother and cried for an hour. That is the first emotion other than anger he had shown in 6 months.
My uncle was cremated and his ashes were scattered over a river by were they grew up. To this day, my family doesn't live on leap year day.
My uncle will never know what it is like to be married or have children. He will never hear anyone tell him that they love him. It is still so hard on our family. My grandparents don't even mention his name to this day. He was such a great person and he was just discovering what it was like to be truly happy. He didn't deserve to die. He will never get to see the sun ever again. Our lives will never be the same because of one night when 2 people decided that it would be ok to drink and drive.
Well, as you well know, it wasn't ok. So if my story can help anyone then it was worth it.