Somewhere outside Franklin yesterday afternoon, my very young cousin was killed in a car accident. Her two tiny children were rushed to Children’s Hospital in Nashville and are in very bad shape. I will not be going to the funeral in Parsons this week. I know she’ll be laid to rest in the family cemetary next to her mother who lost a long hard battle to cancer several years ago. I remember Julie as a round faced little girl with a contagious smile and sweet, Southern drawl. I should be thankful for my family’s health and safety, but right now I’m sad. Hormones and lack of sleep have me weepy right now. Tomorrow will be better.