I received bad news today.  A friend’s husband had gall bladder surgery late last week.  He handled the surgery well, but collapsed the next day and never regained consciousness.  He’s on life support and the family is gathering in preparation of taking him off  support over the weekend.  He’s 35, with two children.  Thirty-Five is pretty darn young to lose everything.  Ten and twelve years old is too darn young to lose a Dad. 

I’m holding them in my heart.  Even though you don’t know them, if you could do that too it would be a good thing.