I will never forget that night.
The phone rang three times at 3:08 AM and I realized that Kristen was not yet home. No message was left but I called her anyway.
"Mom, CJ's mom just died. I don't know what to do!"
Neither did I but I went to the hospital to see if there was anything I could do. It was pissing rain and CJ was outside because he couldn't stand to be in the emergency waiting room one more minute. All I could do was to put the umbrella over him even though he didn't seem to notice the pouring rain.
And then, "My mom just died. I can't believe it. My mom just died." And I glimpsed a little boy who didn't know what to do, didn't know if he could survive without his mom.
I made some cookies, sent over a lasagne and made a donation to the Canadian Diabetes Society.
It all seems so insignificant.
I just don't know what to do.