That phone call

I never quite know what to do when you get that phone call....the one that lets you know that someone in the family is not doing well....really not doing well. Everything else seems to fade into the distance, be put on the far back burner, and life seems to slow to a snail's pace as you try to grasp at every memory you have had with this particular person. The mind is flooded, in an instant, with laughter and fun and years and years of "what was". Then the tears flow, because of what won't be...and for those closest to this person, my cousins, the reality of losing their mother. You simply want time to stop, somehow, to cling to this time when she is still with us, so we can enjoy her for just a bit longer. Lord, have Your way in her heart...and in ours.