Grief: prayer request

What a day.
I've been surrounded by bad/sad news the past few days. Add that to the knot of tension that I already had in my stomach about going back to work and leaving my baby, well, you can imagine the headache I have tonight. I have that "tight" feeling in my chest, like I want to cry but can't.

My friend Emilie, well, she struggled to get PG with Daniel, her beautiful son who just turned 1 years old. Her blog has been listed on my side for as long as I've had a blog. Her and her husband just found out they are expecting. After years of infertility and dealing with insemination to get PG with Daniel, this one was a "oops", we did it. Emilie also found out yesterday that she has a tumor the size of a cantaloupe inside her body. Cancer. Malignant. I can't imagine the pain she is going through. If you could, please send Emilie and Stephen and Daniel your prayers? I just don't even know what to say, other than I'm praying for something good to come out of this.

Today, at work, I was calling my students' parents, to let them know who I am, and to have them bring their students into work next week, to meet me and see their classroom and acclimate somewhat to the new environment. When I called one family, whom I had met last Spring because we assessed this child and he qualified for service, I was so excited to call them. I was excited because they are two of the most wonderful parents we've come across in many years dealing with families. The father - when he knew I was PG last Spring, he carried my testing bag to the car for me. Who does that? He cried tears of relief when we had our assessment summary meeting, letting them know we would provide service for his son. His mother is beautiful and was so appreciative. I was excited to call them, to let them know I am back and I get to work with their son in my class this Fall.
The mother answered, crying. She lost her husband on Friday. He died in his sleep. There is no reason as of yet as to WHY he passed away, but he just did. This wonderful man, this wonderful, respectful, fantastic person, who was a gem of a father, is dead. The mother said she works overnights, and she spoke with him at 1AM and he was going to bed. She came home at 7 AM and he was dead. The son, my student, he is angry. He is unable to understand WHY this is going on and WHAT is going on. He is telling people awful things about what his mommy did to his daddy (he doesn't know). Needless to say, this is an awful thing to happen to a family, so please, could you send little David's family more prayers.
Thank you. And hug your loved ones.