Ok, so my parents and I work for the same school district. This morning about 5:30 from my dad, I get a call that went about like this:
Dad: Whatcha doin? (this is his normal greeting!)
Me: Sleeping. (Duh, it's 5:30, this is what normal people are doing)
Dad: Well, you might have to take me home from school today.
Me: Ok, why?
Dad: Greg died.
Me: (still in the stupor of sleep) Greg? Greg who? Uncle Greg?
My 39-year-old uncle (ten years older than I am) passed away about 3:00 this morning. He had a seizure, went into cardiac arrest and then died. He has been married about 5 1/2 years, has a 4 year-old son, and a 17 year-old stepdaughter. This is not how I expected my morning to start. I wasn't that close to him, but it's a huge shock.