My grandma.

I’m not suspicious, I’m not religious, I don’t believe in God. I don’t really believe in psychics. But something happened today. I fell asleep in the early afternoon, in my daughter’s bed. Naps are rare for me. I had crazy dreams… I opened my eyes once or twice, but kept falling back asleep. I kept feeling like I was dying… I would fall down, in slow motion, feel like I couldn’t breathe or move, and think, “I can’t believe no one is realizing I’m dying”. I called out my husband’s name during one of those times, but it was barely audible. And of course he didn’t hear me. No one did. I eventually woke up and got out of bed. I walked to the living room, and still feeling very out of sorts, laid on the couch next to my eldest. It was around 4:25. A few minutes later, the phone rang, and it was my aunt. She told me my grandma had just died. May you finally rest in peace, abuela. Que en paz descanses.

mom & abuela