On the day he turned sixteen, at the end of 1987, Elun got his driver’s license, and I was happy that now he could finally drive himself to school and back. My father gave him a secondhand car for his birthday and Elun, true to his nature, was a careful and responsible driver, so I didn’t worry too much. But I did worry a little, remembering a fatal crash that had killed two of his schoolmates. In Elun’s second year of high school, when he was a sophomore, a sister and brother had made a turn, out of the school driveway onto Highway 68, and were hit by another car. The girl, who was driving, was killed instantly and her brother, a classmate of Elun’s, died a little later. I didn’t know either of them, but the girl’s death made such an impact on me that I couldn’t stop crying. That’s when I learned how different each death can be. I had some kind of soul connection with the girl that I could not explain. While I was sad about her brother, that death did not make the same type of impact on me. How tragic for those parents to lose both their children. And yet, I had to let Elun drive. I could not protect him forever. I could only hope that he made good choices and survived in an unpredictable world.
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