I had bad insomnia last night – floating on the surface of sleep, but resolutely unable to go underwater into sound rest. I thought of Jennifer Connelly a lot, my dear camper from so many years ago. She had emailed me last week to say her father’s cancer was back, and bad. I tossed and turned thinking of them all, that wonderful family whom I’ve known for so long. Of her wedding last August, when a smiling Michael gave away his beautiful blonde daughter.

This morning I got up, drove to Providence, lightheaded with exhaustion. I just got an email from Jenn that her father passed away yesterday. I feel sad.