First, I have to thank *jojodrums for my new subscription! I told her she shouldn't but she's evil (and sweet) and did it anyway

I typed out this whole journal entry Saturday night, but my browser froze before I could save it, and I lost it all... so, here goes again.

Life... life is strange, scary, confusing... When I was 8, and my family and I moved, my brother made friends with a boy across the street from us, Corey. My brother was 4 and Corey was 5. My mom became Corey's babysitter, and babysat him until he was about 16 (he was something of a troublemaker and couldn't be trusted home alone for the longest time). She has also babysat his little brother, Karl, from the time he was 6 weeks old. Corey is now almost 21, and Karl, who she is still babysitting, is 12. In the 16ish years they have known each other, my mom and Corey and Karl's mom, Laura, have become best friends. I consider Laura family and Corey and Karl are like little brothers to me.

On Thursday, Laura's neice and nephew, Jessica and Anthony, along with one of their friends, were killed in a car accident. They were on their way home from school Thursday morning because classes were canceled. They were apparently speeding when a truck towing a boat cut them off. They clipped the boat, spun into oncoming traffic and were hit by a box truck. The driver's side of the car was completely demolished, it took 6 hours to get Anthony's body out of the car. Anthony was 17, Jessica and her friend were 14.

I don't remember ever meeting them (although it's possible, having known Laura and her boys for so long), but caring about people they were relateed to... it's bothering me. It makes me think of Andrew's and my accident... what if it had been us? What if we hadn't gotten lucky and walked away from a totaled car barely touched? It's just scary to know that no matter how safe you are... you really aren't.

On another note, in honor of my new sub and Halloween being my favorite holiday, I decided to feature some Halloween deviations.