Phonetically

I typed out:
Everybody is going to die?
And then my phone rang
It was her voice
It was that voice
The one she reserved for the story of tragedy
The same one that told me I had to come rescue her
The one who was telling me
To clear my calender for another death in the family
I knew that voice so well
Bad news is not foreign to me
Unexpected departures
Were always delivered in her words