Can't Wait to Get to Heaven

Linda Gets the Call

10:33 AM

Linda Warren, a lovely blond woman of thirty-four, was in the boardroom, leading a meeting in St. Louis, when her secretary interrupted and told her she had an emergency phone call from her father. She ran down the hall and picked it up in her office.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?”

“Honey, it’s Aunt Elner. She fell off the ladder.”

“Oh no, not again,” said Linda, sitting down at her desk.

“Yes.”

“Is she all right? Did she hurt herself?”

There was a silence. Macky did not know exactly how to tell her, and said, “Well…she’s in pretty bad shape.”

“Oh no. Has she broken something?”

“Ah…worse than that.”

“What do you mean, worse than that?”

There was a long moment, then Linda said, “She’s not dead, is she?”

“Yes,” answered Macky flatly.

Linda felt all the blood drain from her head and heard herself ask, “What happened?”

“When Tot and Ruby found her, she was on the ground, unconscious, and they think she must have died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”

“Oh my God. Why? From what?”

“They don’t know exactly what caused it yet, but whatever it was, it was fast, she didn’t suffer. The doctor said most likely she never knew what hit her.”

“Where’s Mother?”

“Here with me. We’re at the Caraway Hospital in Kansas City.”

“Is she OK?”

“She’s OK, but she wants to know if there is any way you could get here. We have a lot of decisions to make, and your mother doesn’t want to do anything without you. I know it’s short notice, honey, but I really think your mother needs you to be here, if it’s at all possible.”

“Sure, Daddy, tell Mother to hang on and I’ll get there just as soon as I can.”

“Good, I know she’ll be happy to know you’re coming.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, honey.”

Macky hung up and felt a wave of relief. The truth was, he needed Linda there as much as Norma did. Somehow he knew that when Linda got there everything would be all right. His little girl, that sweet helpless little angel who had depended on him for everything, had now grown up to become the one he could depend on. At times he looked at the successful and assured woman she had grown into and still saw that little girl there, then there were times like today when he realized she was more capable and smarter than either he or Norma. How the two of them had managed to produce her, he didn’t know, but he was so proud of her he didn’t know what to say.

As soon as Linda hung up, all the executive training she had received on how to deal with crisis situations kicked in, and in less than eight minutes she had arranged to have the au pair pick up her daughter, Apple, at school that afternoon and take her over to her best friend’s house to spend the night. Her secretary on another line had her on a private corporate jet out of St. Louis, booked a limo to the St. Louis airport, and a pickup at the airport in Kansas City. Linda was out the door in the backseat of the car and on her way in less than fourteen minutes.

Linda had not been close with her grandmother Ida, who had moved away from Elmwood Springs when Linda was a baby to be closer to the Presbyterian church and her garden club meetings in Poplar Springs, and when your mother does not get along with your grandmother, it is hard to have a good relationship. Her grandmother told her she had been so disappointed in Norma: “I don’t understand her, she could have gone to college, and made something of herself but she just threw her life away and became a plain old housewife.” All Norma had said was, “Just be thankful she’s your grandmother and not your mother.” And so Aunt Elner had been the one she was close to growing up. As the limo rode through traffic, Linda began to think about her childhood and the many nights she’d spent up at Aunt Elner’s house.

From the time she had been a baby until long after she was far too old for it, Aunt Elner had always put her to bed with a baby bottle full of chocolate milk. In the summers she and Aunt Elner would sleep out on her big screened-in back porch, and in the winters Aunt Elner would put her in the small bed across the room from her big bed, and they would lie there, watching the orange glow of Aunt Elner’s electric heater, and talk until they fell asleep. When she had taken lessons at the Dixie Cahill School of Tap and Twirl, Aunt Elner had been at every dance recital, and she had attended every graduation, and the wedding of her one failed marriage. As she looked back on her life, it was the three of them who had always been there. Mother, Daddy, and Aunt Elner. When her daddy had not been able to convince Norma to let her train with AT&T instead of going to college, it was Aunt Elner who had talked Norma into letting Linda go. As a matter of fact, whenever there had been a problem between anybody, it had been Aunt Elner who had always been able to resolve it.

Over the years Linda had come to appreciate and to be somewhat in awe of Aunt Elner’s ability to see both sides of any argument, see exactly how to negotiate a settlement, say the right thing to make both parties feel better. Long before they were teaching the win-win solution for problem solving techniques in business schools, Aunt Elner had already been doing it for years and without any training. Of course she was no fool. When she saw there was no way to solve a problem she knew it. When Linda was having problems with her marriage, after months of tears, talking, arguments, marriage counseling, breakups and reconciliations, broken promises on his part, it was Aunt Elner who had finally given her the best advice, using only five little words: “Get rid of him, honey.” Linda must have been ready to hear it, because that’s exactly what she did, and considering her ex was now on his third marriage, it was the best advice she could have taken.

And when she had told her mother that she wanted to adopt a Chinese baby, Norma had tried to talk her out of it. “If you are not married, Linda, and suddenly show up with a Chinese baby, people will think you have had an affair with a Chinaman!” But thank heavens Aunt Elner had been on her side. “I’ve never even seen a Chinaman in person and I’m looking forward to it,” she had said. Suddenly a wave of combined guilt, remorse, and grief swept over her. Why hadn’t she found more time to go home and visit with Aunt Elner? Why hadn’t she let her daughter, Apple, get to know her better? Now it was too late.

She suddenly remembered their last conversation. Aunt Elner had been so excited about some article she had read in National Geographic about a breed of mice that leaped in the moonlight. Some photographer had evidently hidden in the bushes and caught a picture of them leaping, and Aunt Elner thought that was the cutest thing she had ever seen and had called Linda long distance and pulled her out of a meeting to tell her all about it. “Linda, did you know that desert mice leap in the moonlight? Imagine those little mice leaping around in the moonlight and having fun when nobody was looking, I guess they call themselves dancing, isn’t that something, you need to see this picture right away!” Linda had not been as patient as she should have been, and had lied to her on top of it, telling her she was running right out that minute and getting a copy of the Geographic. Then she lied when Aunt Elner called her back in a few hours wanting to know what she thought. “You were right, Aunt Elner, they are just adorable, the cutest things I’ve ever seen!”

Aunt Elner had been so pleased. “Well, I knew you’d want to see them, didn’t it just make your day?”

“It sure did, Aunt Elner,” she lied again. If she could only take it back.

Now Linda knew firsthand what she had always heard was true. There are always regrets when you lose a loved one. She would live the rest of her life with a thousand “Why didn’t I’s?” and “If only I had’s.” But now it was too late. Maybe after the funeral, when everything settled down, she and Apple would spend more time at home with Mother and Daddy. Life. You never know when a conversation may be the last one you will ever have. Linda vowed to never take life for granted. She had just learned the hard way—it can stop without warning.