The school called me last week to let me know that my daughter was waiting for me in the principal’s office after I buried her two years ago. Before I heard a young child utter “Mommy” in the same voice I had buried, I believed it was a cruel joke.
The silence that fell over the office was so heavy that even the children on the playground seemed to go quiet on the other side of the door. I felt Lily tremble …
The school called me last week to let me know that my daughter was waiting for me in the principal’s office after I buried her two years ago. Before I heard a young child utter “Mommy” in the same voice I had buried, I believed it was a cruel joke. Read More