I found out this morning that one of my former students lost her father last night. He had a heart attack while driving and crashed his truck. The family is so amazing and the mom is super involved in the school. I worked with her quite a bit while I taught there. They have 3 girls, one of which I taught for two years, and finally were blessed with a little boy this spring. My heart just breaks for them and I can't imagine what they are going through. I wish I still lived in the area. Why do bad things always happen to good people?