A dear friend of mine whom I've known since second or third grade (I just graduated high school) just lost his little brother. He died suddenly in his sleep a few nights ago. He was twelve, the youngest of four brothers. The funeral mass was today. Seeing the crying faces of all the people I've known for most of my life was one of the most horrible things I've ever had to experience. If I live to be 100, I will never, ever forget the look on my friend's face as he walked down the aisle at the end of the mass. It couldn't have happened to better people, either. The family is pretty much the preeminent one of Perry Hall, the suburb of Baltimore where we live, they are literally involved in everything, from sports to music to school. Our elementary school even has a scholarship named after the boys' mother. Every time I went over to his house to work on school projects that we often did together, there were documents for youth rec leagues all over the place, and it seemed they were always doing a million things at once. Simply put, they are the very definition of the perfect family. I just don't understand why things like this have to happen. Please pray for them.