…..how quiet it was here because my dog is at summer camp at the Lake.
…..how hard it was to decide what to do with the landscaping in the backyard of the lake house.
…..how hard it was to choose a restaurant to eat lunch at when I’m in New York City.

But then Dan called me first thing this morning and
told
me
there
had
been
a car accident last night
and
the
daughter
of our General Manager
was
in
the
car
and she had passed away
and
she
was
only
sixteen.

And suddenly I felt foolish and sad and helpless.
What does it FEEL like to get THAT PHONE CALL?
The one from the Police, or the Hospital, or the Priest?