Every day when I turn on my computer, I wonder for a moment with a bit of hesitation, what's going on in the world. I always dread reading about some shocking event, and Friday's announcement was unimaginable.
John Travolta's 16-year old son, Jett, was dead.
I sat very still reading the headline over and over in disbelief. My mind was desperately trying to reject the information in some kind of crazy hope that by doing so it wouldn't be true. But, of course, some things are true whether you believe them or not.
Jett had a seizure, fell and hit his head, and died.