My beautiful cousin, Carrie, is being laid to rest today. I've had that gagging lump of silent sob stuck in my throat all week as I've tried to process the unexpected loss of such a joyous soul. She was on her way home from work when she was hit head on by a truck who crossed the center line. There's no doubt that the other driver was intoxicated, and now she's gone and everyone who loves her will endure a lifetime of pain because of the careless actions of a single shithead on the road.
I adore So You Think You Can Dance, and this week was the announcement of, and first live show with, the top 20 dancers of season 9. They preformed a handful of routines, but one was particularly poignant. The top 10 girls preformed a piece choreographed by Travis Wall where they told a story of crossing over and going toward the light. A lovely girl with long, curly blonde hair - much like Carrie - helped the other 9 girls cross over and I couldn't help but think of my cousin.