My husband doesn't have a cell phone. I have one, my daughter has one, but he doesn't.
There are several reasons why. He doesn't drive so he doesn't leave in a car without me (and my phone) going with him. He works here in town where we don't have a strong cell phone signal. When he is at work, he has a phone in his classroom in case he needs to make a call or in case we need to call him.
Today when I was at work I received a call on my cell phone that made me wish he had a cell phone.
Since the caller wasn't able to get a hold of him, I then had to turn around and call my husband and relay the message to him - over the phone - while he too was at work. I called his classroom, but he wasn't there. I had to redial his school's number so I could have them call him over the intercom.
I never have him paged. Ever. The important message I had to tell him?
His mother passed away this morning.
In her sleep. The way she wanted to go.
She was big into flowers. In fact, when we got married, she picked peonies from her garden (during the first week of June) and kept them in the back of her refrigerator to use at our July 28th wedding. The peonies looked just-picked (as opposed to 6 weeks old).
I think she would have liked today's picture of our butterfly bush.