My Grandson Called Me At 5 A.M. And Said, “Grandma, Please Don’t Wear Your Red Coat Today.” — Hours Later, I Finally Understood Why. The phone rang at exactly five in the morning.
I was already awake, sitting in my old rocking chair by the window. The winter sky outside was still black, the kind of cold darkness that belongs to the hours before dawn. At sixty-three, sleep comes and goes as it pleases.
I often wake up before sunrise just to listen to the quiet. When I saw Danny’s name light up my phone, my first thought was that something terrible had happened. My grandson never called this early.
“Grandma?” His voice shook. It was so faint, I had to press the phone tight against my ear. “Danny, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
