Bad News...

As I got out of my workshop tonight, I had two messages on Rick's cel (which is mine for the next few days). They were from his dad, who was crying. An hour later, I heard the news, his 28 year old brother had passed away. He laid down to take a nap and never woke up. Just like that, it was over. Kyle always made me smile. Rick was the only educated one in his family, the only one who lived a Christina lifestyle. But despite Kyles stupid choices, his missing teeth, and his country accent, his smile could light up a room. He always was the first to hug me. He remembered all of my family members and asked about each of them by name. He looked me in the eyes and genuinely cared. He had a big heart and wanted to make people happy. I will never forget his goofy grin or how he would look at his big bro with such adoring eyes. Rick was his hero. My husband is up in NY by himself. I am here, desperately trying to make arrangements wishing I could be holding Rick. PLEASE PRAY for him.