I looked at everyone’s eyes and listened to them “Hmm” and tried to gauge how hysterical I should become. Friends were texting to ask if they could bring meals. One had contacted our pastor, who was checking in, which was incredibly thoughtful. But it was also a busy Sunday. Father’s Day, no less. Were we at a pastor-visiting level of seriousness? I had no idea. Couldn’t a professional just tell me how much to freak out, please?
