It's one thing to write about terrible events in some fictional character's lives. It's another thing to live through an event like that in your own.



Let me explain.



Tuesday, April 1, started off like any other day. Here in the Beautiful Black Hills, we'd had some snow (not unusual for late March, early April) and the roads were a little slick. Since it was April Fool's Day, I started it off by telling the kid she didn't have school. Got her hopes up, just to say "April… Continue