This morning, about 6am, I woke up to see that I had a new voicemail. You know that bottomless pit that grows in your stomach when you just know something isn't right? Mine was swelling rapidly.
It was my dad telling me that my grandma on my mom's side had passed in the early morning. At first, it didn't hit me. In fact, it took about 8 hours to hit me. And then it hit me hard.
Today, all I ask is that you say a prayer for my family.
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