We'd already talked so I'm surprised by his call and immediately go to that bad place where I expect the worst.
Unexpected calls always mean bad news right?
Our earlier conversation had been normal ... family talk ... Georgia football ... holiday plans and such ... so his afternoon call brought on anxiety.
Besides it's been a day of death.
My friend ... and a rock upon which Bar Church was built ... died in the morning ... leaving an unfillable void.
If that weren't enough ... our neighbor Scott who's been fighting Cancer for a year ... surrounded by an Banana Trees and an American Flag ... died too.
I've spent the day running around consoling those left behind ... maybe that's why I'm expecting bad news when Jeremy calls.
"It's a boy!" he says and I can feel his happy grin through the phone.
We've got lots of girls in our family.
He and I are the only boys.
"Tell Sarah," he says as she magically opens the door.
"You tell her," I say ... and he does.
"It's a good thing I took all the girl clothes I bought back when your Dad told me Terenca's having a girl."
There are times when it's smart to keep your mouth shut ... this is one.
They laugh and basking in their glow I think ... "And when I die. And when I'm gone. There'll be one child born in this world to carry on ... to carry on."
While I don't understand it, I figure God's got a plan and is sticking to it.
Two deaths and an impending birth ... of our Grandson.
It simply leaves you speechless and grateful ... for those who have gone ... and for what's coming.
