Today 26 nov 2009
I turned around and I will never forget the look on their faces. I knew something was desperately wrong. The next words he said were, “Leon has passed away”. My worst nightmare, every parents worst fears, "Not My Baby". My feelings right then I cannot write, there was so much going through my head, mainly one of disbelief, this is not happening to us. As I found out only minutes later, Leon was not the only one, his mate that invited him to the barbecue, he was also dead, he was driving my son’s car.
He left the property, took the vehicle approximately 1 kilometre along the straight stretch of road at the front of the property, at a speed that was described as gross excessive. This mate had no reason to be behind the wheel in the early hours that morning, nor no right. He did not have a licence, had been drinking, was not wearing a seat belt and he sent them both hurling at approximately 180 kilometres per hour along the straight road down a steep hill, off the road the vehicle was catapulted close to 100 metres, then 4.5 metres up a huge tree. There was a significant other at the house that heard the vehicle start and leave the farm house and did nothing, then heard a loud whistling then a loud bang not long after. They had left the property at about 3am and weren’t found until 5.45am.
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