It is Christmas eve. Another anniversary. Last time I saw my mom was Christmas eve. She was being taken out of the house on a stretcher. I still see the scene and feel the fear like it was yesterday. I am having some anxiety and feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest. Between my girls going to their dads and this memory I am struggling a bit right now. I am feeling like the little girl who needs to be held and comforted and wasn't. OH...guess I am that little girl grown up who still doesn't have that, or maybe doesn't want to allow it. Too much hurt there. Tears keep coming unexpectedly. I keep trying to hold onto the reason for celebrating Christmas instead of letting the hurt wash over me. There is much to celebrate. There is much to grieve. Somehow I need to find the balance and celebrate this day with my girls. First I will let the tears wash over me for a bit. Just need to let them out, then maybe I will be able to breath and focus on today. Not only focus, but celebrate and enjoy. My girls are worth it, and I guess I am too.