Tonight, on the way to church, I was in the middle of telling Phil the exciting news about our friends' adoption travel date when my phone rang.
It was my mother.
With very bad news.
The son, the grandson, of dear friends was killed this afternoon on his way back to Mabank from Athens.
We are all still reeling from Phyllis' death. This family was very close to Phyllis.
My head and heart are in shock. News from opposite ends of the spectrum in just a few hours.