RIP Natasha Richardson

I can't stop thinking about Natasha Richardson. Actually, I can't stop thinking about how she died. Young(ish) people die all the time. Why is this affecting me so much? I've been trying to wrap my head around it....and the only logical thing I can come up with is that:

a) I'm a pregnant hormonal emotional headcase or b) her death is a blatant reminder of the preciousness and fragility of life

Of course, actually, both of these are true. Yet, there's still something so raw and sad and confusing about it. Even the media feels the need to keep updating us on the details and providing us with some type of explanation or "excuse." Because, it just doesn't seem possible - that someone could die from falling on the "Bunny Slopes." The whole thing just makes me want to curl up in my bed with Lucy on one side and Oliver on the other and never let either of them out of my sight. EVER.

I hate to make this horrible tragedy about ME...but, it is my blog, after all.

I know the lesson I really should be taking away is to live life to the fullest every second, 'cause you just never know...

But, right now, I'm just so sad and scared...