I don’t watch the Oscars or keep up with celebrities. I just don’t really care. But the news story today of Dana Reeves dying of lung cancer has left me feeling like I swallowed a canatloupe in one gulp. I can only think of her two young kids left behind, without a mom or a dad. Everytime I’ve looked at my boy today I have wanted to scoop him up and promise him that his mommy and daddy will never leave him — a promise that Dana has reminded me is not mine to make.