Tomorrow is Memorial Day, but for me yesterday was Memorial Day.
Yesterday, May 26 should have been my brother Eddie's 61st birthday. I should have called him in the morning to wish him a happy birthday. We should have chatted about his family and our dogs. We should have talked about how the Mets are doing early this season and we should have commiserated about our teams not making the Stanley Cup finals. His team was the NY Rangers and mine was the Montreal Canadiens.
Eddie didn't celebrate his 61st birthday. He didn't celebrate his 50th or his 21st or his 15th. On a warm July evening when Eddie was 14 years old, he rode his bike to the little league field to watch our younger brother Dan play ball. A man who had stopped to have a few drinks with his buddies after work hit Eddie's bike and killed him, in view of the little league field.
On this holiday weekend don't let loved ones or friends drive drunk.