I still remember where I was and the shock and denial that I felt. I was going to work and those crazy nurses were talking about it, telling me how wonderful and beautiful Kate was. And I was left standing there and completely clueless on what they’re talking about and yet, deep down inside, I was having a tachycardia and telling myself, “please God, let it not be. Let it be Pr. Albert!!!” Anyway, I still feel numbed every time I think about that black Tuesday. It was horrid. Even my husband called me and later took me out to lunch. Something that we hardly ever do since we’re both busy. Normally, we have breakfast together and later dinner. However, he knew that i was so upset. I just wanted to go home and crawl under the bed but couldn’t because I had responsibilities as well as children to take care of. What’s worst was that I couldn’t verbalized/shared any of these to my coworkers as well as to friends because they would never understand.