Beep, beep, beep!

My alarm clock wakes me up and as I go to turn it off, that is when I notice the date: July 2, 2023. I tense up and put my hands to my face, I can’t believe it has been a year already. I remember the exact moment when I got the call that you had passed away.

It was July 2, 2022, at 1:25 pm when the phone rang. When I looked at the caller ID and saw Auntie, I pick it up quickly because she never calls me. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew something was up. She asked me if I was sitting down and when I replied that I was, that is when she broke the news that you had passed. My voice broke as I asked how you had passed and I could tell that she was crying as she tearfully replied that you had fallen and hit the back of your head. Tears started streaming down my face faster than I could catch them, my heart breaks into a million pieces and I put my head on my arm staring off in the distance. I can’t believe you’re gone, why did you have to leave us? We need you, I don’t want to let you go. Please…

It doesn’t feel like a year has gone by since you passed away, it still hurts thinking about that phone call. A few tears slide down my face as I think of you today. I miss you every day, you will never be forgotten. Our family misses you and loves you so much. I am grateful for all the memories we got to have together and that I learned so much from you. This day will never stop hurting any of us. I believe you’re watching over us in heaven.