I'm really shocked by the sudden death of Natasha Richardson tonight in New York City.

I'm shocked and sad for so many reasons.

Maybe because she's my neighbor! Her apartment is right around the corner from mine.

Maybe because I've always admired her as an actress and thought she was beautiful and lovely. Who didn't want to have her as their fabulous, elegant mother after watching her in The Parent Trap?

Maybe because the first time I went skiing was also in Canada at Mount Tremblant.

And I also had a private ski lesson with an instructor, and went on the bunny slope, the same bunny slope she was on.

And I also fell several times, and bit the snow, and wiped out, and landed on my face and laughed it off, just as she did.

And my instructor was also attentive and kind and helped me up each time, and told me I could stop if I wanted to, just as hers did.

But unlike her, I walked away just fine and enjoyed the rest of my college spring break.

I know it was just one of those awful, horrible and unpredictable things. That's what makes it all so tragic.

My thoughts and prayers are with her family. Especially two boys who have lost their mother.