This morning my phone rang and I answered it. A teary voice on the other end said, “Chris died.”
I said, “What?!”
“Chris died this morning.”
I am thinking, okay, he has diabetes. He’s a big guy, maybe it was a heart attack. I am trying to pull the corded phone over to where I can pick up the cell and call R who had just left the house a few minutes before and tell him to come home.
But I can’t believe what the voice on the other end is saying.
“My brother Chris?”
And the voice says, “Oh my goodness. This is Angie. No, my friend Chris.”
And I collapse in a chair with my heart beating at twice its normal rate and have trouble steadying my breathing. My eyes are full of tears and I can’t see.
This is what his family is feeling this morning.
God, please bless Cynthia and Cheyenne. Give them comfort as only you will be able to.
And I had to call R to settle down. I was still hyperventilating when I got off the phone with him.