So You Had A Bad Day...

Okay, so yesterday I'm sitting in third hour AP-English and we're starting to watch the movie Clue because
we're about to start a Agatha Christie murder mystery book.
The phone rings and I hear the teacher, Mrs. V, say in response to what is being said "A______ G_____?" (my name)
I look up thinking it's the guy who owes me sixteen bucks from a fundraising thing, and he was going to just give it to me late, right?
That was the only thing that came to mind.
Then I hear Mrs. V say after she hangs up, "A_____ you need to go to the office. Your mom's here to pick you up."
I stop and look at my friend B thinking 'Do I have some doctor's appointment that has been failed to be mentioned to me?'
So, I leave feeling confused and find my mom out by the office.
She says a woman named Sarah that goes to our church, who has had cancer for the past few months and we all know and love, is fading and she needed me to travel with her for four hours in the car to see her one final time. (My mom as her minister,)
I could only sigh and go with her. Not at all because I didn't want to, but because I didn't know that Sarah's time had come so quick as it had.
After hours in the car and a killer traffic timing of the lunch hour, we finally made it.
I knew Sarah's kids, the two of them a few years apart, 18 and 14, and hadn't seen them in a while.
When Sarah passed the whole family was crying making me feel awkward of where I was.

I don't know how my mom, as a preacher, can do this even with strangers!