December 24, 2015: Christmas Eve.

I woke up this morning to a death call.

My first thoughts were selfish, I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to work Christmas Eve, but very quickly, my thoughts changed to sadness. I thought of the emotions that this family must be going through. The day before Christmas. Simply put, it sucks.

I haven’t been myself, that is true, but I pray that I will never lose the compassion that I am able to show families even when I’m experiencing dark times myself.

As I type this I’m in the middle of getting ready for a family get together. In a few hours I’ll have a glass of wine in my hand and my husband will be putting on a Santa suit for my little cousins. We’ll laugh and enjoy each other’s company.

This Christmas season has not been easy.

But I still have so much to be thankful for.