Michael Scott Lawton

08/03/99

One year ago, on this very date In the deepest hour of night Fate played it's most tragic hand and extinguished your precious light

Joan Lawton - 1999

Dear Momma

Mom, it's been so long since we've been able to hug. I've seen you cry and I couldn't comfort you. I've seen your anger; I couldn't take your hands and say it's all okay. But, I've been with you all this time.

I want you to know that Mom, I still love you, and no matter how isolated you feel, you're never truly alone. I'm standing, sitting, right beside you because Mom, I know you love me too.

--Jose van Lieshout '99-- On Michael's behalf

A Message From Michael

I went to a party Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, so I drank soda instead. I felt really proud inside Mom, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive Mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, as everyone is driving out of sight. I didn't take the keys, Mom But I thought I'd get home alright. The driver was drunk, Mom But, I didn't want to sound uptight. We started to drive away, Mom We were going much too fast. The driver couldn't control the truck, Mom I guess our luck did not last. It all became a blur, Mom as we rolled end over end over end. Somehow I think this is something, A kiss and a band-aid isn't going to mend. Now as I lay here on the pavement, Mom I hear the policeman say, the driver was drunk, Mom and now we both will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you Mom, I swear I didn't drink. It was the driver Mom, He just didn't think. He was at the same party as me. The only difference is, he drank and now both of us will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now, pains just like a knife. The driver is dying too, Mom and I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying, Mom And he's dying over there. Tell my sister not to cry, Mom Tell Dad he must be brave And when I go to heaven, Mom Put a message on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mom not to drink and drive. If only they would have told him, Mom then we'd both still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom before I say good-bye. I didn't drink and drive Mom, so why do I have to die? --anonymous--

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