I was at lunch today and the conversation took the course of talking about a situation of some of our friends. They just had a baby together and they haven't gotten married yet, but they are engaged to do so. We were talking about whether or not that they should married or not. We were also debating over whether or not they truly loved each other. But that's not what this is about. As the conversation was going, I was hearing things that makes me realize one thing and one thing only: I am lucky. I am lucky that my parents are still happily married to one another. I'm lucky that I have a strong relationship with them. I'm lucky that my family isn't separated in two different houses. I'm lucky that we love each other with unconditional love. And while I admit that it could be better, I'm lucky that my brother and I have a relationship with each other. And with the death of Katherine's dad, I am ever more grateful for my family.

I'm still trying to understand a lot of things surrounding the death of Katherine's dad. I still can not fathom why he died, why the doctors released him, why anything. My heart continues to break for her and her family, and I can't continue to think about it without crying.