My grandson called me at 5 a.m. “Grandma, please… don’t wear your red coat today.” His voice was shaking. “why?” i asked. “You’ll understand soon,” he whispered. At 9 a.m., i went to catch the bus. When i arrived, i stopped cold — and realized exactly what he had meant.
The call came at exactly five in the morning, just as the first thin line of Montana dawn pushed over…