My uncle was one of my best babysitter's as I grew older and older. Me and my cousin Georgette grew fond of him and even when we had friends over, we enjoyed his company. Uncle Lopez had always bought me clothes, jewelry, and gave me money when I didn't need it. We lived in a two family house: our family on the bottom, and him on the top. Our house was being sold so we both had to take our separate ways. Since then, I thought I would never see him again.
He had moved to Las Vegas with my cousins because him and my father were having problems, I never knew why. The next day I had received a phone call from my aunt. My uncle Lopez has passed away and they didn't know the reason why. They had told me that he went to sleep and the next day he died, his heart wasn't beating, he was gone. I hung up, told my parents the news, and started to cry. Was he really gone?
I started having dreams about him for about a week and for some reason, they were always the same thing: We were in a mall together laughing and smiling, and he was carrying my mom's cell phone.
Month's later I hadn't been too sad as I was before about the death because truly, I had to move on. It was coming close to September so unfortunately, I had to go school shopping again. Me and my mom hit the mall to have those mother-daughter days. When we were done shopping, before we walked out the mall, her cell phone rang. When I looked at the screen it said "Uncle Lopez" I was confused and I told my mom, "Didn't auntie throw uncle Lopez's cell phone away?" She nodded and I saw my mom wasn't the only one frightened. She told me to call back and as I dialed his numbers, my fingers were shaking with fear. When I called someone picked up, and all I heard were the noises of static and a bit of a voice, I just couldn't understand what he was saying.
Finally, I noticed that me, in a mall, with my mother's cell phone, reminded me of my dream.