The last thing I saw before I shut my eyes the night before, a notification that said “bbyrge liked your photo”. When I open my eyes in the morning my husband is on the phone. I hear, “Bryan was killed in an accident…Dad are you sure?” I look into my husbands eyes and find the answer there before it ever reaches his mouth. Faces flash through my mind. My sister. My nephews and niece. His mother. His father. His brother. Bryan. As the sun is rising many hearts are sinking.