Jonathan has been calling his parents daily.
Being so far from them has been hard on him. He wants to be there in person to offer comfort...but just can't.
So he calls...and listens...and cries with his mom...and steals precious moments with his dad when he's been able...
Including this morning. In route to work.
After they hung up he called me. On the home phone. Because last night we were fighting. We do that sometimes. I was so mad that I'd turned off my cell!
So he reminded me that...
"We made up, Babe. You can turn your cell back on!"
I did. And he called me back two seconds later. On my cell. Cause our landline is one of those silly internet phones. And the connection can be sketchy.
I could hear the heart-break in his voice. It won't be long now. Hospice shared with his mom. She shared the news with him.
It's not that we didn't know. That we weren't starting to prepare our hearts.
It just seems like everything has happened so quickly. Too quickly...