Not Anymore

"Patricia, Patricia, wake-up." Mom said as she pulled my arm back and forth.

"What?" I said half as sleep.

"Honey, wake-up." she said

I opened my eyes and saw my mom sitting in bed next to me. What happened?

"Patty, Bia(the nick name I have for my great-grandmother) died yesterday." mom said.
the world stopped for a few seconds as I quickly stood up and looked at her in shock.

"What?!" Was the only thing I could manege to say.

"Yes." she said, her voice cracking."Remember that I told you she was not feeling well this couple of months, well she got worst and died yesterday in the after noon." She said as she burst into tears.

I didn't move or cry, it just had not hit me yet. I just kept asking questions of how this all happened and how did she know. Until later that evening at church where we where doing the nine days that you have to do when some one dies it finally hit me. I started thinking of all the great memories we had together and how I won't be able to see anymore.

Not anymore, not anymore. She's not coming back, she's gone for good. I won't see her anymore. No more "mommy when is Bia coming to visit" or she seeing me anymore, or we laughing at memories and great stories she told me. Not anymore, Not anymore. All is gone and it ain't coming back. Never again.

I cried and cried every time stronger and hugged my dad while more and more tears rolled through me cheek.

I won't see her again, not anymore.