April 27, 2016: Someone I “used to know” passed away on Monday. I found out about it today. She was 61 … hit by a car while crossing the street, and cared for by the same hospital that saved my son’s life. A 19-year old driver. So foolish and careless, we are at 19. I keep thinking … what do you do with your time if you know you have 61 years? 48? 89? Who do you spend your time with? How do you spend your days? What did I say to Maria the last time I saw her? Would it have been different if I knew it was for the last time? I feel inordinately sad. Rest well, Dancing Heart. Rest well.