Tomorrow night I have to go to a funeral home visitation for an 8 year old. Yes, an 8 year old boy. My coworker's son died in a sledding accident earlier this week. A horrible, freak accident. We're all brokenhearted over this, and everyone is just walking around like zombies at work. It's all just so awful -- it's hard to process, ya know?
Anyway, say a few prayers or just send some love and light over to them, if you wouldn't mind. There's lots of tears being shed around here.