The Message finally got through.
It wasn't an ad campaign.
It wasn't the plethora of adults just trying to save us some pain.
It was a Friday night.
My sister's boyfriend failed to pick her up from work.
Usually she'd be furious, but instead she was just concerned.
A knock at the door late at night.
Her boyfriend's cousin delivered the news.
A tree and a VW Beetle car - not a good combo.
My sister spent days looking for the right black hat
for the funeral. But really it was just about something to do because it was too hard to think about the reality.
And now my kids are driving age.
Six is my message to them and their friends and every other young driver
who deserve not to be a road statistic.
It's not about going crazy on the road
but about making bad choices.
I hope they get it.