A year ago, my aunt's long time boyfriend died suddenly at the age of 55. It was a shock, to say the least. Today, there was a memorial golf outing and picnic fundraiser for the American Diabetes Association in his memory. We were gone all day, as Luis did the golf outing. It was a very nice day, except for our emergency. The picnic was at the AmericanLegion hall and park. Vincent and Luis were playing on the turret gun (as all American Legions and VFWs have in their parks) when Vincent's finger was smashed in a part that still opened. The pressure was so intense that it blew out the bottom of his finger. It was really deep and wide, and even Luis felt it would need stitches. (When it comes to illnesses and fevers, I'm the voice of reason and treatment; injuries are his specialty and he treats almost all of the kids injuries.) We rushed him to urgent care, and he ended up with 5 stitches in his finger tip, x-rays to make sure the tip of the bone wasn't crushed and a huge bandage. He was great during the waiting, screamed and cried during the injection and suturing, and then happy the rest of the evening. Luis feels just awful, but it was an accident.