I remember where I was too.
I was coming home from somewhere, I believe it was work, and as I approached my front porch my mother opened the door to greet me. She looked like she saw a ghost and she was teary eyed. I was like "whats wrong???" She replied "It's Bryan... his plane crashed and they think he may have been killed."
I couldnt believe what I was hearing. We prayed hard for hours that he would be one of the survivors. When that phone call came in and I knew he was gone my life was forever changed. I quit fishing tournaments and fishing in general for more than a year. I just couldnt find the joy in it, any longer, for the longest time. Since then I have spoken to his mom a bunch and she is a wonderful lady. One conversation in specific stands out where we spoke for more than an hour, several years back, and made me see where I went wrong for quitting fishing because of Bryan's passing. Now when I go fishing, I'm never fishing for just me. I'm fishing for and with my own personal team: my dad, my grandfather and Bryan.