19 February, 1999
  Todd,
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I didn't know you at all. I saw you often, heard about you, talked about you, but I never knew you. I do know, though, that you didn't deserve what you got. You may have been mean, insensitive, and self-centered at times, but I also know that you were full of life and love, even if you didn't always show it.

You didn't know how to live up to your potential. You could've been so much, like so many people in this world. No one ever gave you rules or boundaries. No one knew that you didn't know what you were doing. Everyone thought you had your head on straight, but everyone didn't know that what you were doing to yourself would be the end of you.

Driving drunk in the early morning, smoking with your friends, drugs now and then? You never thought about tomorrow. You never thought anything like that could happen to you. It was so quick, and it could've been anyone. It could've been me. It could've been someone's best friend. It could've been someone's mother. You didn't realize that driving drunk was going to leave such a permanent mark on people.

Everyone cried. Strangers cried. I cried. It was so tragic, and you were so young. You had your whole life to live. Such pain? Your tragic end should be a lesson to everyone. It should make everyone see how being careless can kill. You've become a statistic, Todd, and that makes it so much worse.

Rest in peace,

Kendal


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