This week I had the pleasure of volunteering at school picture day at the boys' school. It was such a joy to help the students get ready for their picture. I had middle school kids, second graders, third graders, and all the Special Ed students. I just have such a soft spot in my heart for those students. Just trying to get them to look at the camera, not be afraid, or smile was a huge task. Jingling keys, squeaking a mouse, and having combs in the air...we knew the picture was special for their parents. As I walked out of the gymnasium it made me think of an instance after Lola passed that really hit home. One nurse had come into my room saying you know she would have never "been okay" if she had made it through, I remember wanting to shout at her that I didn't care, why would she ever say that. I would have been happy if Lola was here regardless. People say all the wrong things in time of grieving. I have learned sometimes no words, are the best words.
Love,
The Mother of an Angel
