Olive Tree told me about her soon-to-be grandfather a couple weeks ago, right around the time he proposed to her grandmother.
I hadn't heard anything else, so I thought things might be OK for now.
Yesterday, I was at church from 6-9 in the evening for choir and handbells.
I wasn't there to get her call when she rang my house.
But I got her message, and that's when I knew something was wrong.
Anyone who is friends in real life with her knows this:
She's not one for leaving messages like this:
"Hey Cornet Crazie! If you can just give me a call back, that would be great. Bye!"
No, Olive Tree is one who forgets that it's a message and not a phone call.
Her messages are usually really long and rambling. And it wasn't like that.
And so when I found out what was wrong it was like a punch in the stomach.
I had never met Dodge, but I know what it's like to lose someone you love to cancer.
Hey. It's only been May since I went through this.
Pray for Olive. Pray for her grandmother. Pray for Dodge. Pray for their family.