Every once in a while the world throws something out to remind me that life is fragile.

Today it's the death of a toddler.



Jack was my son's nephew by marriage and was to be two years old in August. He died Monday in a tragic accident. It's one of those things: if they'd only remembered this, or done that, or if this had happened instead of that. A series of missteps and two parents are left inconsolable and a family loses a child.