First off dogs, my apologies as I try not to rant on this forum, but this may turn into one.
Yesterday was my oldest daughters best friend's 22nd birthday.
Steve was the very first friend Angie made in grade 3 when we moved out here.
My two daughters and some of their friends took Steve out for his birthday.
They first went to our neighborhood pub were Steve got drunk.
Angie and her boyfriend wouldn't let Steve drive. Angie was the designated driver and took them all to one of their friends place.
My daughters truck was not running right while she was driving some of them home, so about 1:00 am her and her boyfriend came home to borrow my car, so that she could drive the rest home.
While they were here Steve and Kaleb left Becky's house, walked the 10 blocks or so back to the pub.
They then got into Steve's car, and 10 or 15 minutes later they were dead.

They sheared the car in two when they hit a power pole.
So this evening we sit here with my daughters and 8 of their friends sitting in our house in mourning.

My daughters boyfriend is feeling guilty, because he didn't take his keys away. I've tried telling him it is not his fault, he had pulled him out of the car earlier to take him to Becky's. I reminded him that Steve lived about 3 blocks from the pub where his car was, and that the last time he took Steve's keys away, we walked home and grabbed his spare set.

My youngest daughter and Becky are feeling guilty because they couldn't stop Steve and Kaleb from leaving. I keep telling them it isn't their fault, they were adults and made their choice. I tell them that at least they were able to convince Steve's girlfriend not to go with them.

The lives of two gentle young men ended needlessly and senselessly
Hug your loved ones extra close for me tonight