It was a normal winter day. I was watching tv when I received a call from my step sister. Her tone gave me chills. With her shaky voice unable to tell me what the problem was, she hung up. I felt a tear fall from my left eye right after the call. “He’s gone.”, I told myself. You were in hospital so that’s the first thing that came to my mind. I cried and in about 5 minutes my phone rang. It was your mother telling me you are no more. I couldn’t hold the phone any longer and it fell. Sat on the floor and continued crying. That time I remembered how I used to imagine the moment. I used to tell myself that I won’t cry after hearing you were dead but when the time came it was different. I cried a lot, even at your funeral. Especially when they started covering your casket with sand. Then I knew you would never come back to me, you won’t call anymore neither send money. You weren’t in my life that much so I thought your death won’t hurt me. I appreciate the love you showed me and the little ways you managed to take care of me. You left without saying goodbye. You left so soon. I used to picture myself bringing my soon to be husband to you for introduction. I used to imagine how it would be like when I spoil you on your birthday. I didn’t get the chance to do all that with you. You didn’t get a chance to see me graduate, you were not even there on my first day at university. I wish you could’ve seen how stressed I was but I adapted really well. You didn’t stay long enough to see your grandchildren. Was it really your time to go? Was it God’s will?