[/caption]Went to the hospital today to drop off 3 boxes of children's books. When I arrived at the hospital I suddenly had an urge so strong, I wished I was coming to the hospital to visit Ellie. Sometimes when I hear an ambulance, I have the same thought, how I wish that the ambulance were coming to our home. I know, it's wange (weird strange) to wish for a medical emergency. Those things would mean Ellie was alive.
So when I arrived at Guest Depot to drop off my donation, I immediately began to cry. The woman behind the desk (embarrassingly whose name escapes me) also began to cry. She knew Ellie. She knew what I was missing. Then the woman next door at the snack bar also started crying. They did not leave me in my grief alone but jumped in with me wholeheartedly. Even though I can't recall their names (and they mine most likely) we had a MOMENT.
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