One of the worst things you can imagine is your parent dying. One afternoon I got a phone call I never imagined I'd get. Most people's fathers die of cancer or something in old age, but the person on the other end of the line was saying my father had died in a plane crash just a few hours before. Apparently he had been on one of those small commuter planes flying out of Detroit, when some ice built up on the wings and it went down in a neighborhood in the middle of a snowstorm. All aboard had been killed, as was a family in the house where the plan crashed. I told the man on the other end of the plane that it was God's will, and thanked him for letting me know. At least I could be sure my dad was finally in heaven.