Heaven called

I sent this to Reader's Digest for their 100-word personal stories.  Do you have a clue how hard it is to tell a simple story in only 100 words??  I have no hope that it will be published but thought it was worth a try:

After an ugly divorce, I was feeling lost and alone.  I lived in Indiana; my father was sick in Illinois. I had a solo in an Easter cantata but suffered because there could be no family in the audience to hear my song.
After the first performance, I got the dreaded phone call from my sister: our father had died. Could I still sing with this grief on my heart?
The next evening, I told one performer that my father died. She said, "Oh, how nice!"  (Whaaat??) Then she continued, "Last night, your father couldn't hear you sing. Tonight, he can!"
It was my best performance ever.