I was halfway to work when a sudden feeling took over my entire being. I don’t know how to explain it other than to say it was a feeling of incredible sadness and heartache. It was physical and heavy. It overwhelmed me while I was driving and I didn’t understand why I was feeling this way. Stranger still, at the moment I started feeling this immense sorrow the name of a boy I went to elementary school with came into my mind as clear as a bell. Tommy Stevens*. I hadn’t seen, talked to, or thought about Tommy in over a decade. Although he was a nice kid, we were never close friends and I had no idea where he went after our few years together in elementary school. The feeling passed as quickly as it came and I didn’t give it much more thought as I arrived at work. About a half hour into my shift my mother called me and before we hung up she said “Oh by the way, I don’t know if you remember him from elementary school or not but I heard today that Tommy Stevens died. They found his body in the Anacostia River.”