
"I'll never forget that horrific day"
The phone rings 6:00 am, August 3, 1997. It's Joan's former husband calling to inform her that her only child whom she had entrusted to his care had been killed earlier that morning in a single vehicle crash in which the driver, Eric Dowe* and another passenger were also killed.
"They're dead! They're dead! They're all dead!"
"Those words will go on echoing in my ears for a very long time," says Joan. "My son was one of the nicest, gentlest souls a person would ever want to meet, and now he's gone. Gone, because someone chose to drink and then drive. My son was an innocent bystander. . .This has got to be a parent's worse nightmare."...news cont'd
This was probably what I was feeling the night before it all happened. I continually remind myself, this is not really the end.
September 28, 1982 - August 3, 1997