On any given road, you will see a cross or marker at the side of the road. The implication is this is where someone's life ended. It is remembrance of significant tragedy and loss. What is is like to own one of those crosses, to have walked through the hell of sudden and preventable loss? Do fathers grieve as mothers do? Does the system work for the survivors or is it hit and miss? This book talks about many issues from a first-hand account, sharing the emotions from the hours before an accident to months afterward. It talks of the relationship that ended, changed, and those that developed because of their compassion for the survivors. It isn't clinical. It is a walk through a father's soul after finding out his only child is no longer among the living.