The day Heaven celebrated twice
It was a hot night – a night already begging for sleep. Bryan was downstairs on the couch, in the air conditioning, but I like my bed, so I toughed it out, tossing the covers around. Piper showed up at some point, and had just settled into a sweaty sleep when I saw my phone light up across the room. Normally, my phone is on silent, but tonight it buzzed longer than a text, so I jumped up. When my mom texts at 11:59 pm, it’s usually just her being up late and finally responding to a question I no longer needed answered. When my mom CALLS at 11:59 pm, something is wrong. “Oh, Charissa…Grandma Hunter died tonight,” she sighed. “WHAT??!” It shouldn’t have been as big of a shock as it was, but, nevertheless, I couldn’t believe it. I tried to reach back for when I last visited, when I had last taken the kids to see her, when I had last hugged my dear Grandma Hunter. Regret piled in as I knew the two months had been too long. Grandma and Grandpa and a bunch of