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The First Phone Call

My phone rang. A familiar voice spoke with a sense of urgency. “Jeremiah is in the hospital.”

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July 22, 2003

MY PHONE RANG. A familiar voice spoke.

“Jeremiah is in the hospital.”

“Hospital? Is everything …”

“He had a seizure. At work.”

“A seizure?”

seizure noun
sei·​zure | \ ˈsē-zhər

  1. a sudden attack (as of disease)
    especially: the physical manifestations (such as convulsions, sensory disturbances, or loss of consciousness) resulting from abnormal electrical discharges in the brain (as in epilepsy)
  2. an abnormal electrical discharge in the brain

The sentences paced forward. Anxious. Cracked in between words. The voice stopped. Began crying. He was failing in his attempt to conceal his emotions.

He was trying to be strong.

Trying to be the big brother I never had while the other big brother, the topic of conversation, was lying in a generic hospital bed.

“He has…”

“Hey man, it’s okay. Robbie, it’s okay.”

“He has a brain tumor.”

“Which hospital… Lynchburg?”

We both pretended that everything was going to be all right, as if what was happening was all one big mistake.

But it wasn’t a mistake.

It was the house we had all built as anxious, ambitious young children that was crumbling down with each word spoken.

I hung up the phone, put on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and told my mom what Robbie had just said to me. Together we rode to the hospital.

first phone call
Left to right: Robbie, Jeremiah, and me. Photo found in Jeremiah’s bedside table in his bible

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By Jeffrey Pillow

Jeffrey Pillow is an American short story writer, memoirist, and poet. He is the author of The Lady Next Door. His writing has been published in Urge Magazine, The Nervous Breakdown, 16 Blocks, USA Today, Sports Illustrated, TheBody.com, New York Times, Washington Post, and Richmond Times-Dispatch.

He grew up in the small town of Phenix, Virginia, population: 200, and now lives in Charlottesville with his wife, two kids, and a dog named Mozzarella Cheese. He is a graduate of the University of Virginia where he was a Rainey Scholar. This is his blog.

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