Getting One of "Those" Calls

The instant Sage died my world changed.  Things that were important to me suddenly became "Stuff and Nonsense" or trivial.  For instance Thursday nights I HAD to watch Greys Anatomy.  Sage died on a Thursday and that night I remember thinking, "It's Thursday and I could care less about Grey's Anatomy!"  I didn't watch TV again until Christmas but TV is not the same it has become "Nonsense" to me.  There are many other things that I no longer classify as important but I won't get into that.

You hear how everone dreads getting "That" phone call or having to make one of "Those" phone calls.  But I never imagined how "that call" would make me afraid to answer the phone!  I am truly afraid to answer the phone especially those that you get when you know people should be asleep. 

Since receiving that "call" before I go to bed at night I make certain my shoes are right by my bed with a pair of clean socks tucked inside them.  Next to my night stand you will find my pants, bra and shirt and on top of the night stand is my glasses, phone and wallet.  Everything that I will need just in case I have to leave fast.  I realized how crazy I have gotten about this when every night in California I made certain that everbody's shoes were lined up by the front door just in case there was an earthquake or something.

Just about the time I think I might need to have my head examined I get another phone call.  Crystal called me just after 4 am.  I looked at the phone and saw who it was from and my heart stopped.  "Dear God please not again!"  I answered the phone and she said, "Mom William just had a seizure!"  I flew out of bed and quickly dressed and I was out the door in seconds.  We met Spencer at Mercy Gilbert Medical Center.  They rushed William in for a CT scan and we waited. 

He had what they call a "Partial Seizure" but everything looked good.  He had played a hard game of kick ball the night before at Scouts and they think he got over heated and dehydrated.  So "all's well that ends well!"  right?

So my clothes will be close by my bed from now on and I just have to accept the fact that it is what it is.  I am not the same person I used to be before getting "that" call.  The challenge is not to become angry and bitter but instead to hold tight to that Iron Rod...with my clothes close by just in case!