Yesterday, 7/7/07, at 7:07 either AM or PM, somebody died.

Whether it was of natural causes, cancer, flu, murder, or suicide, is something only the family knows. And now, today, they are arranging the funeral.

Oh heaven hope it wasn’t a child. Children are supposed to have an entire life ahead of them. They’re supposed to still be thinking about what it is they want to be when they grow up. Heaven hope it wasn’t a child.

7/7/07, at 7:07 AM or PM, is supposed to be the luckiest minute of the day. But somebody died. It was luck alright, bad luck.

Heaven hope it wasn’t a child.