The middle of June is never a happy time for me. This year marks the 15th year that deadly horrific period in my life happened. I lost some of the best people in the world because of someone else’s negligence in deciding it was OK to drink and drive. Just reflecting that 15 years have passed since their death. The only thing I wish is I just had that one more time to talk to them and let them know all the good things that are happening. Though it’s been a decade and a half since their passing it seems like yesterday I lost them forever.