I walked into my Mom's house excited to spend the day at the fair. For some reason I was more excited than past years. Not sure why other than my kids were excited and my husband wasn't with us. He doesn't care to go. It was a day to add to the memories that I had as a child.
We walked in and she was on the phone. She looked a bit concerned but I didn't think much of it. She spent another 5 mins or so talking. Her voice starting to crack. You could hear the sadness in her voice from the other room. She finished by saying I'll be there in 20 mins.
I whispered to the kids, sounds like someone granny knows is sick or got hurt. I thought to myself must be important as I know she wouldn't change her fair plans unless necessary. Little did I know.
She walked down the hall and around the corner. Stood there and stared at me. "He's gone". I looked at her not understanding. Who's gone? After I said those words I realized what happened. "Pap?". She responded, Yes he died this morning.
I got up and hugged her as we cried.
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