On the morning of Tuesday, May 17, 2011, a co-worker in my office fell in her home and struck her head. It was minutes before another co-worker couldn’t get ahold of her on the phone and arrived at her home and called the husband, who found her with a faint pulse. After the ambulance and EMTs worked on her, she died en route to the hospital.

Cynthia was at work Monday and all was well. And Tuesday, she was gone. I learned of her passing via an email today.

Tonight, I tried to call my mother, just to hear her voice. She fell twice in one day last week and tonight, when she didn’t answer her cell or LAN line, my imagination began to work. Fear and doubt arrived. Finally, after several attempts, I called the city police to have them check on her.

She was fine. She had been on the LAN line and thought it was someone else calling and she didn’t switch over to see who it was. And she has her cell phone forwarded to the LAN line, which caused the voicemail to not activate.

Well, she called me back after having a nice chat with the “po-po”. We talked for a few minutes, mostly about my co-worker. After we hung up, I laid down and found myself tearing up for no apparent reason!

Is it fear? Fear of my parents’ dying? Fear from the realization that Death can occur at any time? Yes, I know all the theology behind Life and Death, but still … Thanks for reading this. I think I can goto sleep now.