Small Stone
Predawn hour
Threshold consciousness
Cell jingles
Unrecognizable number
“Do I know that area code?”
Obscure message left
With unnatural voice
Feeling of dread
“Oh no!”
Quick uplifted prayer
Fumbling fingers
Miles connected by voice
News conveyed
Gut wrenching shock
Life snatched too soon
Nearly same age as me
God rest his soul
“How can it be?”
Threshold consciousness
Cell jingles
Unrecognizable number
“Do I know that area code?”
Obscure message left
With unnatural voice
Feeling of dread
“Oh no!”
Quick uplifted prayer
Fumbling fingers
Miles connected by voice
News conveyed
Gut wrenching shock
Life snatched too soon
Nearly same age as me
God rest his soul
“How can it be?”
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So very sorry for shocking news of an untimely death, Becca. My healing thoughts of comfort are with you.
Hugs,
Gayle
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I’m so sorry Becca…continue to keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers…
it is a shock when someone one’s own age dies. It doesn’t get any less upsetting the older
one gets. Peace to you and your family.
Peace and love,
Siggi
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I am so sorry, Becca! You will be in my thoughts. *hugs*
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So sorry you received bad news 😦
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So sorry you received sad news,,,,,
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Last night we had an unfamiliar call too, but just a miss dial. I usually don’t answer numbers I don’t recognize. I shall add my wishes for healing for all those left behind. May all the good memories be for blessings.
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Calls in the middle of the night scare me. I’m sorry you got this one…
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I’ve had one or two similar phone calls. And I still remember the feeling of seeing my mother’s number pop up at 4 a.m. Usually, she just was confused about what time it was and expected everyone else to be up, too – but that first response is gut-wrenching.
My best to you.
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