It's so hard seeing the kids hurting and not being able to do more than wipe their tears, hug them, and assure them their "Bestemor" (Norwegian for Grandma) is watching over them from Heaven as their Guardian Angel.
I knew when the phone rang at 7 a.m. what it meant.
I am out of tears right now but still can't sleep.
Thank you, Mom, for being my second mom, and for giving me such an incredible husband. Thank you for teaching me to knit. We'll miss you more than we can say, but we are happy to know that you are healthy and whole again.