This isn't the same island that Anna Nicole Smith's son died on is it?
Not the same island.
I can relate to what the Travolta family is going through. When I was eight and my only sibling was five, Mom stopped off at a friend's house to deliver a gift. While we were playing with the friend's child in their front yard (rolling down the hill like we always did -- it was really fun), a drunk driver lost control of his car, drove into the yard, ran over my brother, and came within inches of hitting us all. I'll never forget the sight of my brother looking like hamburger meat on the street. The driver was arrested and hung himself in the Fulton County jail that night. It made national news. Daddy spent most of his time at the grave (thankfully he could afford to do so), and Mama stayed in bed for a year. We always had a 9-5 maid on Mondays through Fridays (even though Mama didn't work -- what did she do with her time?

), but on days that the maid wasn't there, Daddy would call me from work and guide me through putting frozen dinners in the oven (no microwaves then, so frozen dinners were slow).
Even though my parents showed weakness in not supporting me during that awful time, I can tell you that if I had to go through what they did, I would have blown my brains out. So I admire them for having the strength to shake it off and make the decision to have two more children so that I wouldn't be an "only."