I'm sad now. Really sad.
Natasha Richardson died. And now I'm sitting here, feeling like someone punched me in the stomach, and I'm praying that the tears will come. My sister says she feels like a part of her is missing. My mom says that she feels like someone in her own family died. Why? This woman was a total stranger whom we never met, and yet we're incredibly distraught by this turn of events. We knew that she was in critical condition, but we thought some miracle would occur, and she'd survive. Why are we so upset? Maybe I don't want to know...
So good-bye, Natasha. May you rest in peace.