My late husband, Ryan, died because of an anoxic brain injury from a severe reaction to a bee sting. He had no history of an allergy to bees. It was random, and tragic. He was only 35 years old when he took his last breath, and our babies were 4 months and 4 years old. A few weeks before the bee sting that would cause the brain injury that cost my husband his life, he repeatedly said to me, “I just want Jack [our older son] to be proud of me.” I remember how his words sent shivers down my spine.