There have been times in my life when I think I am having a bad spell. Think, being the operative word because something invariably pops up to remind me how lucky I am. And of late I had been dwelling on some not so positive aspects of my life — but I got one hell of a reminder yesterday that my life is peachy keen. A friend of mine lost her only son in a car accident. I heard about it last night. I spoke to her today. She is understandably beside herself in grief and I want to help but everything I could even imagine saying rings perfectly silly. But I will continue to try… even if it’s just to listen and pray. She is such a good person and I hate that this had to happen to her.