Some random guy just tried to Friend me on Facebook.
In his profile pic, he is standing next to the wreckage of a small airplane that has crashed nose down.
Two of my brothers died when their plane crashed, nose down, at a small airport just outside of Denver, CO.
I am not crying, but I feel curiously . . pale. And shaky. And I keep telling myself that this is nothing more than an odd coincidence that feels like a bad joke.
And now I am crying.