I know now that I never knew true pain. I've never lost anyone or anything that has caused me to lose myself in the pain. When the police showed up at my door, my world shattered. I was the first 'next of kin' they could find, so I had to look at his license, tell them it was him and call a number. The police stood there as I called the detective. When I had him on the line, everything fell apart, my world fell apart, I collapsed right there during that call. Nobody should ever have to call their dad to tell him that his only son, my only brother, was found dead in his car. Nobody should lose their best friend. Not like this.