by Whitney Levon

Created on: September 05, 2008

So proud to be the big sister was I
I have never cried more
Than the day you died

Jolted awake at 3 in the morning
I will never forget
That awful ring

There had been a fiery car crash
Nothing left of you
But your truck and ash

Oh the dreaded sound in our moms' voice
Your horrid death
Had not been your choice

Murdered by a stupid drunken man
They would all say
It was part of God's plan

He did have plans for you, my sweet brother
Plans that were stolen
So quickly by another

My brother Adam was murdered by a drunk driver on the Fourth of July, 2003 while coming back from a date with his future wife. He was 19 years old. The man who killed him had left a bar after consuming more than 12 beers, and was on his way to another party to drink more when he crashed into my brother's pick-up truck. My brother had not had a drop to drink.

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