It is never a good thing to hear your phone ring at 4:18am. Ours rang at that time four years ago today, and I learned that Dad had died. Not only did my siblings and I have to cope with that thoroughly unexpected event, it started us on an odyssey of coping with a mother who simply could not handle the death of her husband. Mom ended up living with us from December 2007-March 2008. Because of her bad decisions in dealing with grief, she missed Thanksgiving, Dad's funeral, and Christmas that year, instead spending those events in a hospital. It was not until she moved out that I was able to simply miss my Dad. His death had caused the 4 worst months of my life.
God is good.