Some days feel like a forewarning, like a harbinger of a darkly uncertain tomorrow. I try to tell myself that the world is small now, that all I have to do is hop on a plane to be wherever I want to be. The truth is, that no matter how you choose to go, it takes a long time (and a lot of money) for people to get from one place to another. When your child is hurting and they are many hours away, no mode of travel is fast enough. I have learned though, that ‘sad’ travels with the speed of light, across the miles and straight to your heart.