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Great Grandma's Sunday

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It was Sunday morning March 12, 2008 when my Mom called me while in the car with my dad. I was scared because she scarcely calls me when I am at my dads’ house. I answer the phone, “Hey Mommy.” Her voice was shaky when she replied, “Christina, I have some really bad news.” My Great Grandma was not sick, but she wasn’t doing very well emotionally and she wanted to pass away already and leave us in peace. “What is it Mom?” I answer. “Abuelita passed away in her sleep last night.” She cried. I felt my stomach almost coming out of my throat. My heart was broken. I loved her so much and she loved me. I thought since she was really healthy she would live forever. Everyone kept telling me to pray she dies so she could go to heaven already because that is what she wanted. I did, but I didn’t want her to leave me. She was the strongest woman I knew: emotionally and physically. Abuelita was 95 years old. I still haven’t been able to talk about it without crying. I miss her too much.





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