Alistina Bautista, that was my grandmothers' beautiful name. She was someone who I really looked up to, even today. She made me realize many things, like learning from my own mistakes, and standing up for myself. She was an outgoing and encouraging women. Many on my relatives loved her, even though I believed I wasn't her all-time favorite, she was a sweet hearted women with a warm smile, and courageous soul.
I was about eleven years old when I started having this awkward dream about my grandmother, almost feeling very real. It was very late on April 10th and I was lying into a mattress with no sheets and covers because my family had just moved in. My dream had took place in a cemetery on a warm, sunny afternoon. I appeared in the middle of nowhere in that cemetery and from my point of view, I saw my grandmother sitting on a gray fancy looking bench smiling.
She asked me to take a seat right beside her and so I did. She was wearing a white dressed mixed with a bit of yellow, it was beautiful, she looked beautiful. Her hair was down and wavy, she was wearing blush, a very red lip-stick, and on her ring finger, the ring my grandfather had given her for their wedding.
"You're turning into a very young lady you know?"
"I just want to ask you do me a favor dear?"
"And what is that?"
"I want to ask you to please, take care of your family,"
"Be kind to others and all those amongst yourselves,"
"And please, please, please, never forget me, okay dear?"
I felt a bit of soothing emotion in me and my eyes began to blur.
"Oh grandma! I promise you with all my heart I'll never forget you, I won't!"
The weather suddenly began changing. Clouds stated to form over the blazing hot sun and my grandmother was disappearing before my eyes. Her body began to float above me and then even higher to the skies.
"Just remember dear, I love you..."
She disappeared within a blink of an eye, and I woke up. The next day, when I finally awoke, my mother announced that my grandmother had passed away not took long ago.
It was April 11th the day of her funeral and she had passed away at exactly 8 a.m. I was crying, especially my mother, the daughter of Alistina. She was truly gone and it was so difficult to believe. As I arrived closer to her coffin, I froze in a bit of terror. She was wearing the exact same dress in my dream... The same wavy hair... The very red lip-stick, and my grandfather's ring on her ring finger.
Ever since that night of my dream, I believed that my grandmother was trying to contact me, and wishing me the best before she died. Sill, I miss her today, aiming for the stars to finally see her again.