On Friday I posted a silly little post about the 14th being not only the day my mom was born but the day she died as well.
Then the world changed.
I have removed the post...it's no longer appropriate.
Then Kary May wrote a beautiful piece about a little boy and his trip to heaven during surgery. I won't recap here but I encourage you to pop over to Kary's blog. It's a lovely post and one that helped me cope a little bit this weekend.
Now I will choose to remember this as the day my mom held one of those children during the insanity, providing a warm, safe place while she ushered him to heaven to be with Jesus.