For the past five years or so, I have explained to my in-coming 4th graders that Mrs. Mosiman's cell phone is always on because my Dad's health is a bit precarious and people cannot direct-dial the classroom. So...for five years or so...on the rare occasions that my cell rings, kids will race to it, see if it reads "G'ma & G'pa" and, if it doesn't, press ignore.
Not once in five years has it EVER read "G'ma & G'pa."
Yesterday, my phone rang and every one of my 4th graders froze.
No one raced to the phone.
I took a shaky breath and one of my sweet honeys rose out of his seat to offer a hug, whispering, "You don't have to worry about him anymore."
Dang.
This is tough.
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