I got an e-mail last night from my daughter's teacher saying one of her classmates passed away. When I told her, her face crumpled, and we sat and held each other while she cried. I wish so much that I could protect her from the sadnesses of life. In some ways, she's so innocent, but in others, her understanding is deeper than anyone would guess. She has so many challenges. There are things she'll never understand, never be able to do. But she understands death and grief. That just seems so unfair.