Mommy, she's with Jesus

Last week a girl in my daughter's class died. She had leukemia but that's not what finally took her. She got sick and just couldn't fight it off. She was my son's age, 11, but had only been able to reach the third grade due to being out so much sick, which put her in my daughter's class. We'd seen her around, talked to her mother at skating parties, etc. You know all the things you do when your kids go to school together. I felt the deepest sympathy for her mother when I found out that she had passed. I hurt like never before. I just couldn't imagine it. I cried on and off all weekend. Her funeral was yesterday. There was no way I could go. It just seems so much more sad when it's a child. Anyway, Ashley was talking about how all the teachers seemed "upset at everybody" yesterday. I told her that maybe they were thinking that you should all be greatful of the lives you have because Tiffney will never go to school again, never have Christmas again... At this time she cut me off and said, "Mommy, you need to let it go, she's with Jesus now." Ok.