But that changed on Friday. As I watched the coverage unfold and the number of innocent defenseless children rise, my spirits waned. I still want to have a good Christmas but I am praying for those families. Praying for that community.
Lately, as I make my way through the second round of Holidays without my mom, I could feel her presence. Just an inner strength that wrapped around me like a hug that made everything okay. On Friday, that presence left. Knowing my mom, that she went where she was needed and is comforting those children in the afterlife. She would be there with a smile and a hug to whomever would need it.
Oh boy do I miss her. This entire weekend, I just wanted a hug.
As I listened to the children's choir sing Silent Night on SNL on Saturday. I truly hope and pray for heavenly peace for those children and teachers.