At 14, I got a call from my grandmother’s convalescent hospital. I’d been told never to admit I was alone in the house, so when the caller asked to speak to my mother, I said she was in the shower (actually at the grocery store — nothing bad).
Anyway, the caller persisted, “Well, I need to talk to her.” “Well, you can’t; she’s in the shower. Is it about my grandmother.” “Yeah, she’s dead.”
I may be embellishing. That’s close to how it came out, though.
And we hadn’t visited my grandmother for months because my mother was maybe scared of catching her crazy? Not sure. Jury’s still out on that.
Anyway, thank you for sharing your story. :)