Tuesday night, my wife's grandmother died in her sleep. Completely unexpected. It's been a wrenching week. It's amazing how someone you've only known four years can leave such a big hole in your heart, when they're gone. And did you know there is no end to the different number of ways a 3-year-old can ask "Daddy, why is Memom sleeping? When will she wake up?" And the 18-month-old was "searching" her house. She knew all the family was there, but she also knew someone special was missing. That lady loved those little girls like you wouldn't believe, and they loved her, too. And now, after the funeral, today, we get back to my mother-in-law's house and find out the shuttle disintegrated. Death sucks.