More thoughts from a grieving three-year-old

Tonight we attended a vigil for my mother held by the students, parents, and staff at the middle school where she worked. Many people got up and shared how much they loved my mother. And while I knew many of the people she worked with, I had no idea the degree to which they loved her.

The best words of the evening, however, came from my daughter. We had told her that we were going to Mammah's work (a place that she has been many times) to remember Mammah with some of Mammah's good friends. As we got out of the car, and she recognized that this middle school was indeed the place she had often visited Mammah, she exclaimed, "Is this heaven?" It may be the first and the last time that anyone has confused a middle school with heaven.