Now that I've gotten the filler out of the way, I can talk about my deep sadness at a loss in our family. My brother and his girlfriend were expecting a baby in late January, and on Friday morning the baby died and was delivered. I don't want to go into the details here, because it isn't really my story to tell, but it was heartbreaking and awful and shitty and painful for them, and to me too, though clearly not to the depth that they experienced it. My brother lost his baby son, probably because of an infection. I will never meet that little nephew. I had been kind of avoiding thinking about it too much while I was on the camping trip this past weekend with my Tuesday night music group, and then I emailed my brother a fairly inane "hope you're beginning to recover" email, and I got a really touching and grief-filled and thorough response from him that just finally hit that nerve I had been pretending wasn't there... so now when I should probably be sleeping to get ready for my twelve hour day tomorrow, I am crying and writing this. I know that as much as I attempt to imagine what he and his girlfriend went through on Friday, are going through right now, there's no way I can even begin to come close to understanding. But oh, it hurts anyway.