The call that changed my life

Nothing could bring back my son, but couldn’t God somehow make him feel more alive to me?

- SALLY TANKERSLEY

THE RINGING PHONE startled me awake. I glanced at the clock. Nine a.m. on the dot. Must be important. I picked up. “Hello?”

“I’m trying to reach Sally from the Pathway to Wisdom blog,” the woman on the other end said. She sounded young and anxious. My heart went out to her. I was a Christian life coach who specialized in helping other women. She must have been calling to set up an appointment.

I heard her take a deep breath. “My name is Courtney, and I don’t know how to say this, but I think you are my grandmother.”

I was so surprised, I almost dropped the phone. “What makes you think I’m your grandmother, Courtney?” I said.

“You see, I recently uploaded my DNA to a genealogy website, and the results showed that your daughter is my aunt, which would make you my grandmother.”