The Dreaded Phone Call
The dreaded phone call, the one that no mother wants to have, happened today at exactly 9:00am. I thought it was a bit unusual for my phone to be ringing at this time; after all I had just spoken to my daughter an hour earlier. It was unlike her to call me at the office, so I eagerly anticipated what she wanted to tell me. However that was short lived when I answered the phone. The words coming though the receiver were, "Mom, there's been an accident." The rest of the words were blurred and garbled through tears and gasps for air on the other end of the phone. All I could make out were Griffin...fell...head...not moving...bump. My heart stopped What could I say or do? Prayer was the only answer I could come up with, but the words that normally would flow off of my lips were stuck in my throat as if paralyzed. It's one thing when an accident involves your child but it is compounded when it involves both your child and your grandchild. Wh...