Last Night I Found Out

that my nephew was killed instantly yesterday morning on his way to work when he hit a deer and it went through the windshield of his vehicle. He was the youngest son of my husband's sister, and one day older than my oldest daughter. His mom is a widow as well.

I don't know whether I'll post anything else today or not. This morning I've felt too scattered to put anything together.

[Update: Thank all for the kind comments. I went out for the afternoon, and I'm more focused now. I came to an embarassing revelation though: I was feeling bad more for myself--the "this could happen to me too" thing--than I was feeling bad for those more closely involved. And yes, this revelation is shocking even to me.]