That was Tuesday
“What?” I said in a cloud of confusion. The words I had just heard not registering with my brain.
“Gary is not breathing! The paramedics are here. Please send out a prayer request!” The frantic voice on the other end of the line was barely understandable.
Still sitting in the car with the engine running, I had just pulled in the driveway after picking my kids up from school when I received the call.
“Alec, go get Daddy to help Beni out of the car. I have to take care of something.”
I then turned my attention to my phone. I posted a shaky prayer request on our church Facebook page. I didn’t know what more I could do. “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, help him.”
About a half hour later I received a second call, “We lost him, Kelly.”
That was Tuesday. Today I am sitting in a daze. Gary is gone. His smile. His laugh. His shorts and untucked shirt he always wore to church. And I am left to ponder what is really important in this life. I am pretty sure Gary knew the answer.