For Maddie Spohr

I don't know the Spohrs. I don't know Heather or Mike or Maddie. I know of them, via their blog. I know that there is Wrong; it's a tangible thing, alive yet mindless, a dark singularity that manifests itself in horror, consuming lives with an entropic randomness. I know that this Wrong is without reason, pity, or remorse. I know that no parent should ever have to bury their child.

If you can, please go here and make a donation to the March of Dimes, for Maddie and all children who've been taken too soon.