The evening my dad died, we were at parent/teacher conferences for Thomas. I remember I ignored my cell when it rang, but when Andrew's rang and I saw it was my mom, I excused myself and went into the hallway. Mom told me Dad was unresponsive. She suggested I should get up there. I told her we were in a meeting, but I would call when we left and she could update if I needed to head to the hospital. I called when we got to the car and she said she couldn't talk, but would call back soon. I remember we pulled into the driveway, and I told Andrew I wanted to sit in the car until Mom called back. Somehow I just knew I didn't want to be in front of the kids when Mom called back. Strangely enough though, when Mom called, I wasn't distraught. Andrew was much more upset than I was. I immediately went into "we need to deal with this mode." I called my best friends Stephanie & Chad, notified teachers that kids wouldn't be in school, etc., etc. I remember it all so very vividly.
This evening I had to go to work at the church. I like working Thursday evenings because the choir is practicing so I'm not there alone, but the kids are gone for almost three hours because of swim so I don't miss family time either. Anyway, when I got home this evening and pulled into the driveway, it was all too eerily familiar. My head and my heart went back to that evening six years ago, and it was a Thursday. For a little while this evening, my heart broke all over again. Having G.G. in the hospital isn't helping. After all, she is 90 and isn't going to live forever. I'm emotional this evening.
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