Today I am thankful for yesterday when the only pain I had was that of a broken heart. My kids lost a friend. He hadn't been to school since Friday. We found out why today. He died in an accident. They have a broken heart. That hole will probably always be there. The young man was thirteen years old. My daughters would play at his house on Tuesdays. He wanted to teach my youngest how to play drums but she wasn't really interested in it. He was a football player and a friend. My youngest is the best friend of this child's surviving brother. Since the day they met in Kindergarten, they have been inseparable. Now, they are both in the fourth grade. It is very hard to console her because she is worried about her friend. This is hard. I can't imagine how a nine year old processes this kind of grief. I'm at a loss for words and wondering what the parents would want me to do. ...