Cut Short.

This morning, I was woken up by the fire whistle. Sirens. Lots and lots of sirens. In my sleepy haze, I assumed it was a tripped fire alarm somewhere from the power going out a few times last nights. I didn't really think anything of it.

Fast forward.

I get to dance tonight to find out a student (whom I taught for 2 years), her mother was in a terrible car accident and passed away. She lost control on the slush this morning and spun directly in to the path of an oncoming truck.

The truck was driven by my high school science teacher and he had his two kids with him on their way to school. Praise the Lord, they are fine. Bumps, bruises, one broken bone, but over all nothing major.

I can't get my mind off my student. She is an interesting child, lots of challenges to overcome in her life anyways and now? Without a mom? Thankfully, her grandmother lived with her and her mom already, but it's not the same. I am heartbroken and heavy minded for my student tonight.

Please say a prayer tonight for a little girl who will never know the joy of having a mom help her get ready for the prom, her wedding, her child's birth. And tell your mom you love her. Life is short, friends.