
Nothing good can come from a 6:45 a.m. phone call from you mother.
When I answered, it was clear she was upset. Instantly, I knew something in my world was about to change. Then she said it. … “Honey, Grandpa died.”
I was silent for a few seconds as I listened to her quietly cry on the other end of the line.
“Grandpa died?” was the only response I could muster, almost in a childlike voice. What she said didn’t seem real. It was early enough in the morning, I wondered if I was dreaming.
I wasn’t. Reality quickly began to sink in. One of the men who I considered a hero in my life was gone.
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