Emilie's birth and Mother's Day are emotionally so connected for me. They are one and the same. I was truly blessed to have been given such a sweet angel, and since her death at Sandy Hook, I have missed her every moment of every day.
That moment. That very moment has played over and over and over and over again in my mind, hundreds of times. That moment was the same moment my Emilie was being killed in her first grade classroom... and I was picking out Legos.
The year anniversary was just one of many many ways we have felt connected to our little Em. So, as cliché as it might sound, I know I didn't get my goodbye that day because she has never truly left us.
On December 14, I sat in a firehouse surrounded by large group of concerned parents all wanting to know where our missing children were. I didn't know any of them. I didn't know that I would form a bond with this group of strangers that would forever connect us through tragedy.