One phone call

It's been a year now, a year since I got the call telling me something I had never imagined. I remember I was in a meeting so I declined and then called back later when my aunt told me of the diagnosis. It was followed by shock, total disbelief and perhaps a bit of anger. That moment changed a lot and the next 2 months were the toughest I have ever been through. Maintaining strength for her while screaming inside about what was inevitably going to happen. I never started that day a year ago thinking of how different things were going to be then.

But time moves on, life moves on. Whatever connections I had to that city started to fade after her passing. I don't feel a connection there anymore, even though I still have relatives there, it's not the same anymore. I will probably need to go in a few months for a family event. I don't even know how I would go back into that house, that house that is now so empty.