Cari’s Story

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Cari’s Story

On May 3rd, 1980, my world came to an end. My daughter, Carime Anne Lightner, “Cari”, 13-years-old, was killed by a multiple repeat offender drunk driver. She was hit from behind, thrown 125 feet and left in the road to die. The drunk driver did not stop to render aid, nor did he tell anyone of his actions when he returned home. He did tell his wife “not to look at the car” before passing out drunk. She ignored him, looked at the car, and the rest is history.

When Clarence Busch killed my daughter, he was out on bail from another hit and run drunk driving crash, and had an astonishing 3 prior convictions for drunk driving in 4 years. Yet, somehow, he was still driving on a valid California driver’s license.

Cari Lightner was an identical twin and my “oldest” daughter by 4 minutes. She was beautiful, outgoing, athletic, popular, compassionate and funny! She was a great imitator of others and had a wonderful sense of humor. She and her sister were idolized by their younger brother, Travis – mainly because they were bigger than his friends, and could threaten them with bodily harm whenever they went after their brother.

Cari always said she would never leave home because she “had it made,” and always talked about going into the real estate business with me. She was a normal teenager, fretting over her weight, constantly on the phone, and the one everyone went to for advice. She was very mature for her age, and I still miss her. On the few occasions when I have dreamed of her, I wake up with the most incredible feeling of joy. I wish that would happen more often.

Clarence Busch was prosecuted, but despite the fact that he killed a child, left the scene, and had numerous priors, he was only sentenced to two years, and only for vehicular manslaughter. He ended up at a work camp and halfway house, had his car at the facility and drove to and from work and home on weekends. His full license was returned to him upon his release just 18 months later. He was given the usual time off for good behavior. Frankly, it is my firm belief that had I not started MADD, he would never have seen the inside of a halfway house. I had to fight my way through the criminal justice system or as we came to call it “the justice for the criminal system!”

Guess what? Shortly after his release, he hit another girl, with the same name as my daughter, while drinking and driving with a blood alcohol concentrate (BAC) of .20. This wasn’t the end of his illegalities, but it was more than enough.

Though I wasn’t able to see the man who killed my daughter prosecuted to the full extent of the law, I was able to see, through my work with MADD, increased prosecution and sentencing of other perpetrators who killed and injured innocent victims. I was also able to see a wondrous change in attitudes about the nation’s most often committed crime during that time.

Cari will always live on, in my heart and the hearts of her family and friends and in the pages of history. She was a remarkable child, and, thanks to the work of thousands of volunteers when MADD was grass roots, we saved thousands and now hundreds of thousands of lives. I know she would be proud.


  1. suzi says:

    I was the same age as cari and living san Francisco with my parents at the time I saw this all whole thing unfold. I am now an adult with four kids of my own and living in Florida with my family my son was 12 and walking home from the middle school which is six blocks from the house . i got a phone call at work asking to speak to the paramedics telling me to remain calm as he explained to me that my son was hit by someone doing forty to fifty miles an hour in a school zone . As he explained this to me on the phone at work all i kept asking was this person drunk I need to know if this person was a drunk driver . All the paramedics could tell me is that I need to get to the trauma unit right away . As I am on my way to the trauma unit at the children’s hospital i had flashbacks of what happened to cari and now i am in trauma unit with my own son and praying to god to please let my son be ok . My son was not ok he had lacerations all around his head laying unconscious on a backboard with his head in a stabilizer on the backboard his neck in a cervical collar and a broken collar bone bruises all on his body and as the doctor tried to tell me that they are working on him I cant be in here I just remembered telling the doctors that is my son I need to be with my child. after four days in the trauma unit he finally came around . It wasn’t easy it took time but he is ok now and in the state of Florida as i took this person who hit my child to court it was never disclosed if had been drinking . I can only assume who hits a child in a school doing forty to fifty miles an hour she almost killed my only son. Till this very day I thank you for the MADD chapter in San Francisco ,It finally reached Florida in the late 90’s so thank you and i am truly sorry for your loss of your daughter

  2. iloved the movie carrie was too young to die

    • Andriana says:

      May Cari memory be eternal. May God always provide you and your family the strength and comfort to continue your positive avocation.
      I was just hit by a drunk driver 8 days ago. I was parked on my HD trike and a 28yr old drunk driver came off the road and ran into the back of my trike pushed me 1 block through 2 mailboxes to then release me rear end off her bumper and veered back on the road leaving my trike to flip and send me 500ft backwards before landing. She left the scene hence a witness chased her with Sheriff and caught her. She blew a .288 and it was 11:30 in the morning.
      No bodily injury,PIP not her once rodeo and she is a mother of a young boy.
      I am alive and recovering however I am looking to advocate

  3. Kerri says:

    I always remembered Cari’s story. I was born in 1969, and grew up in Citrus Heights near Fair Oaks and Old Auburn. I got chills reading that he hit another girl with a name as your daughters.
    I don’t remember the month, but somewhere around Fall 1982/Spring 1983 (I am truly fuzzy on the time), I was hit by a drunk driver at the corner of Hansen and Sunrise. That driver I remember his name was Larry. My name is Kerri. We had poor lawyer representation as my parents did not understand how to pursue these things. I had a broken arm, having been thrown some 50 feet ahead into a ditch. My bike was mangled under his truck. I went to roseville hospital. I just found the names too similar. I am lucky to be alive. I do not know what happened to the driver.

  4. Juanita says:

    I also grew up in Citrus Heights and attended the same church as you all did. I will never forget her story.

  5. Judy Darling says:

    I too grew up in FO and remember this day vividly! I lived across the street from the bar that he was served. I was a few years younger than Cari but this haunted me. Made me so much more aware. I lost my best friend at the age of 15 to a drunk driver. Carrie story and losing my friend Michelle have made such a significant impact on me.

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