B.L.P.'s Story
One night my uncle went to a bar. While he was there his friends kept saying "here have another drink." My uncle just kept drinking. It was always hard for him to stop. Soon it was closing time. My uncle got in his van and drove away. In the morning, the phone rang. My mom picked it up and started crying hysterically. About 30 minutes later she came in my room and sat on my bed next to me.

She said that my uncle was in a car accident, that he was killed and that we would be going to his funeral on Tuesday.

At first, I didn't believe it but Tuesday came and I put on my black dress and was on my way to my favorite uncle's funeral. I was happy to hear that my uncle died instantly so he didn't didn't have to suffer. But I do wonder if I could have done something to prevent it somehow.

As I was looking at my uncle in his casket, I saw my grandfather crying. That was the only time I have ever seen my grandfather cry. Now when I think of my uncle's death, it still hurts but I don't cry anymore and I don't blame myself. I understand that it was drinking and driving that killed him.

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