I turn the ringer off on my phone when I head over to the church on Sunday morning. So I was surprised when I picked it up to check the time and discovered there was a new text message. Brother was telling us that his grandmother-in-law had died last night. He was getting ready to go tell his wife. I sent a quick text back offering condolences, and it was time for worship to begin.
When we came to the joys and concerns, I wanted to ask for prayers for the family, and as I began to ask, I realized I hadn't had a chance to tell Daughter about the death. Oops. I apologized to her for not telling her ahead of time, and then made the prayer request. Daughter was not happy, to say the least. She left the worship service and stood out on the front porch "sobbing my eyes out," at least, that's her version of it.
While she was on the front porch, she sent me a text message: "come outside." I didn't see it until after worship, but I find myself wondering if she actually thought I would leave the pulpit to go outside and find her. I think her grief has to do with the fact that this is a reminder of the death of her grandparents. Within a couple of hours she was fine.
I will go in with my sisters to send flowers, and wonder how much trouble I will be in if I don't go up for the funeral. I was never that close to this woman, and don't have the time for another out of state expedition this week. I find myself wondering if it's realistic to think I'm going to be able to fit in all the medical appointments I wanted to make before we leave....
Anyway, Daughter has now sent her first text message. I don't think text messages to me count in her allowance, but I'm not going to tell her that.