A few weeks ago my granddaughter sent me a message on Facebook, she wanted to make sure I did not leave her out of our annual sled riding event. Being a true redneck sled riding at my house usually involves several sleds hooked up behind a 4-wheel drive vehicle hauling ass through the horse pastures.
For several years this has been a tradition in our family, no where else can my grand-kids and their friends risk life and limb being towed on a plastic sled behind a 1991 Geo Tracker covered in Mossy Oak Camouflage at speeds up to 30 miles an hour.
Now for the faint of heart we do allow spectators to stand back and observe, later we usually serve freshly massacred venison and some kind of potatoes covered with a lot of cheese and bacon.
Tonight I sent Aubrie a text message telling her I had purchased two new sleds for this years event. She responded "Who is this"... I sent back a text "POP"... a few minutes later I got a text the said "From Heaven"..
Wow! I was confused, after a few seconds my cell phone rang, it said Aubrie, I thought oh she's calling me about sledding this winter. The little girl on the other end said timidly, "who is this"?
I said "Pop", she answered timidly, "Who"?, I said is this Aubrie?
After a pause she said, "No, who is this".
Realizing this was not my granddaughter I apologized and said, I'm sorry I you must have my granddaughters old phone number. I'm really sorry I called the wrong number.
I felt so bad, this poor little girl thought she got a text message from her POP in Heaven. I feel lower than a snakes belly.
I wanted to call her back and console her, but I just don't know what to say.
Sorry sweetie, I'm not that POP! but I'm sure if they had cell phones in Heaven he would still be texting you! :(