Published December 1997 — Download PDF of the original newspaper column
Byrd's-Eye View By U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd A Sobering Holiday Message
The following message, by an unknown author, is a sobering reminder of the tragic consequences of drinking. I hope that it will serve as a deterrent to readers who consider celebrating with alcohol and getting behind the wheel of a car this New Year's Eve.
D.U.I ... A Daughter's Final Words
I went to a party, Mom, I remember what you said; You told me not to drink, Mom, So I drank soda instead.
I felt really 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're always right. Now, the party's finally ending, Mom; Everyone drives 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, Mom, So responsible and so sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, But as I pulled onto the road; The other car didn't see me, Mom, And it hit me like a load.
As I lie here on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policemen say, The other guy is drunk, Mom, And now I'm the one who'll pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom, I wish you could get here soon; How come this happened to me, Mom, My life burst like a balloon.
There's blood all around me, Mom, Most of it is mine; I hear the paramedics say, Mom, I'll be dead in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink; It was the others, Mom, The others didn't think.
He didn't know where he was going, Mom, He was probably at the same party as I; The only difference is, Mom, He drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom, It can ruin your whole life; I'm feeling sharp pains now, Mom, Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, I don't think it's fair, I'm lying here dying, Mom, While all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom, Tell Daddy to be brave, And when I get to Heaven, Mom, Write "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Somebody should have told him, Mom, Not to drink and drive, If only they had taken the time, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm becoming very scared; Please don't cry for me, Mom, 'Cause when I needed you, You were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, Before I say goodbye, I didn't ever drink, Mom, So why am I to die?
This is the end, Mom, I wish I could look you in the eye To say these final words, Mom, I Love You ... Goodbye. December 31, 1997