An eloquent essay about a tragedy that shouldn’t have happened. Impaired elder driving is something that is never talked about until it is too late. My own grandmother had two accidents before authorities took away her license. No one was seriously hurt, but many others are not as fortunate. Please read this, and start a discussion with your parents, and your adult children, so we can make sure everyone knows when it’s time to lay down the keys.
The eighty-five-year-old driver who killed my wife, Desreen, was jailed today for eighteen months for causing her death by dangerous driving. He was also banned from driving for life. I suspect he, his family and friends are feeling really quite dreadful right now, and, for what it’s worth, mine and I aren’t exactly celebrating either.
You see, I’ve had time to think since attending the trial and I’ve realised that you can punish a crime but you can’t transfer pain. Any suffering caused to the defendant as a result of his sentencing could in no way take away mine. I’ve since learned that, having suffered so much myself, I genuinely wish no hurt on any other person and I never wished a prison sentence on the driver, either.
In fact, I wasn’t even going to mention the sentencing on my blog at all. But then I reminded myself that justice for Desreen is best served not by a…
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