Last weekend, a former student died in a car accident.  He was 15.  When I went to tell a co-worker who I thought had known him about it, he told me about a friend of his who had just the night before accidentally shot another friend of his, killing him, while cleaning a gun.

On Thursday, a former co-worker from my other job, a man who I’ve known for twenty years, passed away after a long illness.  He leaves behind a college-age daughter and a high school-aged son.

On Friday, my boss’ father died.

And last night, the wife of a co-worker from my previous school was struck by a car as she was crossing the street after a family party.  She passed away at the hospital.  They had two young daughters; I don’t know if the girls were present when she was hit by the car.

That’s enough for now, universe.

Everybody, go hug your families.  Right now.