My mom’s friend from church called me and left me the following voice mail:
Hey, David. It’s [name redacted] on Thursday evening, about ten to six. Wanted to see how you were holding up. I know the beginning was just really rough. Wanted to talk to you about future plans for your mom and whatnot. And I also wanted to let you know I was chatting with one of the nurses in our church and she really didn’t want you to think that … This is not about money. Money would not have prevented this happening. Just be relieved in that. And I’ll talk to you later. Bye.