This is entirely stupid, but – this weekend when I, in a sleepy tizzy, dropped a water glass on my phone and cracked it, I found myself freaking out, why oh why oh why – I then thought of Natasha Richardson and thought to myself, calm down, Brunstetter. Because random, awful things have to happen for some sort of reason; it’s more heartbreaking to think they’re totally futile or happened in vain.