there was sad family news this week. the kind that you hear…and at first, you sort of just accept, but then it hits you when you’re eating dinner, hits you so hard that you push your bowl away and just hold your head crying and crying all over your worn sweater and third-winter corduroys. it’s the kind of news that rips you from the inside out in one thousand little yanks. the kind that, just when you sit down to finish homework, all of a sudden there are a dozen fiery flashbacks. and you feel swallowed by a deep grief. something has died and you can’t put words to it. I remember once trying to grow a sunflower in a pot. I put it in the car when we were moving. it was a baby, but growing steady. I was proud. But then I hit it on accident with my foot and its long delicate green spine just snapped in two; keeled right over. it’s that kind of sadness. the breaking of something that was trying to grow, that could have grown. the loss of a possible world. and now that world is crumbling; my mind is spinning. is there a word for this kind of sadness? maybe not, but thank God there’s patti smith.