not to us

Yesterday, after Mike picked me up from work, he asked me to call my dad before I did anything else.  Since I had asked Mom and Dad to watch Ruby on Saturday, I just figured he was going to tell me they wouldn't be able to do it.  Instead, he said, "Honey, are you with Mike?"  "Yes," I said.  "I have some very bad news."  And then he paused.  My body started to panic from toes to head, and then he said some of the worst words I'll ever hear.  "Honey, your Uncle Dan died about an hour ago."