The best day of my life happened a few months before October 14th, but I didn’t know it. It just seemed like a nice day, you know, all four of us at the beach: my husband, my 6-year-old son, and my 4-year-old daughter. Their names were.. are Doug, Jeremy, and Erin. The kids built a sand castle. Doug and I, we just sat on a blanket and watched them work, and it was just perfect, and it felt like, um.. I didn’t deserve anything that.. good. This one Saturday, the winter before that, we all got hit with the stomach flu, the whole family. We were all feverish and throwing up, and I couldn’t even get out of bed, and.. the kids were lying there with us, and I could feel the heat coming off their bodies, and I remember thinking, "this is it," I was gonna die. I’m not greedy. I’m not asking for that perfect day at the beach. Just give me that horrible Saturday, all four of us sick and miserable, but alive and together.