Why Should I Be the One to Die?
Barrington Brennen, 2007, 2020

Question: Dear Sir: Recently my teenage daughter was killed by a drunk driver. I miss her so much. Why does the innocent die?

Answer: There are no direct answers to your pain. This question has been asked by psychologists, pastors, parents, medical doctors, Bible prophets and many more over the centuries. It is just the painful results of a sinful world.

Your cherished memories of your daughter will sustain you during this time of mourning. I am certain your daughter loved you, therefore let that thought lift your heart each day.

Sometime ago I came across a poem (author unknown) I feel is special at this time and speaks directly to your heart. It is entitled:

 

Click here for audio version of the poem

 

I Didn’t Drink And Drive, So Why Am I the One to Die?

 

I went to the party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt 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, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

 

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,

The other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,

The other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one who 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 others, Mom. That other didn’t think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I 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 guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair.

I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

 

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I pass away, Mom, put "Daddy’s Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

 

My breath is getting short, Mom, I’m becoming very scared.

Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always here.

I have on last question , Mom, before I say good bye.

I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

 

Dear reader, please do not drink. If you must drink, do not mix driving with it. Have a designated driver always.  Take courage hurting one.

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Barrington H. Brennen is a marriage and family therapist.  Send your questions, comments, or request for professional counseling to question@soencouragement.org or call 242-327-1908 or 242 477 4002