If there is any blame to ascribe, the grieving father aims it directly at himself: Giving in to his son's repeated pleas for the fast, high-powered car; not calling him that day as he'd planned from his vacation in Sardinia; not being the voice of reason that would have reminded Tyler -- as he always did -- not to drink and drive. Not to speed.
They had exchanged text messages just a few days before. "I was going to call him that day about 3 p.m.," he says, his eyes so red and glassy. "I didn't and I don't know why I didn't. That could have altered things ..."
Tyler's godfather died in 1992 in an alcohol-related accident and so the young man knew well the dangers of drinking and driving. What went wrong that day? His father will never understand.
And then there is the Audi. Tyler may have come from an affluent family and attended Upper Canada College, but his dad insists he was not the kind of kid to ask for anything. So when he pushed for the fast car, Mulcahy initially resisted but finally weakened.
"I gave in to Tyler. I should have been more of a dad," he admits with a heavy sigh. "It might not have occurred if I hadn't bought that car."
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