I had other thoughts for today, but given the events of yesterday, they have flown from my mind.
And somewhere in Calgary today there is a little blonde girl who cannot give the card and the craft she made, to her mother. Somewhere in Calgary today there is a little girl named Emma, who loves to chatter who is silent and lost and alone.
And somewhere in Calgary there is a mother who will bury her daughter and her second grandchild, and who will not hear any greetings on this day.
Somewhere there is a father and a husband - a good and kind and quiet and gentle man who is lost and broken.
And in heaven today, Anna is smiling.
And I do not understand.