I don't think anything could be more depressing than attending the funeral of a 20-year-old. When someone is old, they had a long life or if they were sick, at least they're not suffering anymore. But my cousin's son was only 20 when he was killed Saturday in a motorcycle accident.

I don't think I've ever seen so many people at a funeral. Nic was obviously so loved and admired, it seemed like everyone who ever knew him was there. The visitation was five hours long - I don't know how his parents got through it. And poor Josh, he was a wreck by the time the memorial service ended.

I felt a little like an imposter there; while Nic was family, I didn't know him hardly at all. The pain in the church was palpable, though. I couldn't help but share it.