A child who had attended my mom's daycare center since he was an infant died this week and today was the wake. Tearful parents, tearful teachers, tearful and confused kids...
And at the end of the day I drove to Geneva and watched a young mother lying over the open coffin of her two-year-old son, stroking his hair and whispering into his ear...
And anything I thought I had to complain about tonight is just gone.