December 14th

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.

Namaste