Celebrating the Anniversary of my Late Wife
It was just a day like any other. I had just finished the day’s busy schedule and due to the evening traffic jam, I had decided to pass by a local joint to have a cup of coffee as I said hi to my friends. I met my friend James, who started talking as I sipped my coffee till I got that chilling phone call from home. It was my nanny.
She sounded alarmed as she vaguely beckoned me to get home as fast as I could. It was an emergency call. I didn’t even wait to pay my bill nor let James know what was going on as I rushed towards my car and fled home, most of the time overlapping other drivers who hooted in disgust. I didn’t find time to check on my phone which rang several times as I sped home.
I shortly arrived home just as the ER team was wheeling my wife to an emergency ambulance. I was too scared as I saw her breathing heavily in pain as the ER team tried to help her. Also on the scene were my son and daughter, a neighbor and the nanny. I told the nanny to take my children inside as I prepared to rush to the hospital.
I could see the sadness in my son’s face, while my daughter had been crying all along; this was the last time that they would see their mother alive. She way admitted that day. I left the hospital around midnight, when her condition had stabilized, and she smile to me while whispering good night. I had to go home and be with the kids who I knew were quiet shaken.
In her weak voice, she whispered her last words to me before I left, “I love you”.
“I love you very much honey,” I replied. She smiled once again as she held my hand. It was the last time that I too saw her alive.
I barely slept that night. Early in the morning around 6, she called me. She told me to take some of her staff to her as I went to see her. After the call, I woke up and prepared myself. I called my secretary to cancel my entire schedule for the rest of the day. I then decided to go to the offices of my family’s health insurance to take care of a few things which I had failed to do for months despite several calls from the company.
The insurance people were quite busy and by 10 in the morning, they were yet to address my plight. I got a call at 10. It was from the hospital. They required me immediately. I decided to go there without finishing my business with the insurance guys. While driving there, I got several calls from the hospital, one from the doctor who had been seeing her for quite some time and other from the receptionist. I had this strange feeling that something terrible had happened.
Through Keepsakes, there is always Life after Death
When I arrived there, instead of being directed to the room where she was admitted, I was taken to a different hospital on another wing. In my thought, I concluded that my wife needed an emergency surgery or something. The nurse who took me there left without a word. About five minutes later, a health provider whom I was accustomed too entered holding some files.
I quickly asked him nervously even without any pleasantries if my wife was okay.
“I’m sorry…,” said the doctor as he paused, “I know this is difficult…”
“Is she alive?” I interrupted sternly.
Whatever was explained later was too hard for me to bear. She had succumbed to death shortly after calling me. I could believe that she was gone. I couldn’t believe that I would never see her smile again. I didn’t know how to break the news to the kids. I felt that my world was falling apart. Nothing made sense. No, not her!!!
The autopsy report later on indicated that she died of cardiopulmonary failure as a result of massive pulmonary thrombo-embolism. Her lungs had massive amounts of blood clots which had traveled and blocked the heart causing her death. I don’t want to go into more detail about her death; there is nothing as worse as losing a person that you love so dearly and the day before a death and weeks earlier, she had been all alive and full of energy and smiles.
Celebrating a Unique Life
As I write this a year later, I felt the need to celebrate the happy, though short life that we lived together. There are many memories of us together since the first time that we met back in college. Playing those maiden love games and going dancing together, dating, courtship, marriage, 2 lovely kids, career life, our 5-battle with her illness and the most memorable, her beauty-inside and out.
She was a charming and lovely person. Though we quarreled at times, we always solved our differences amicably. She was always there for me and our kids. She was the loveliest gift that God ever gave to me. I can’t let all that just fade away even if I came into terms with her demise.
Moreover, there are our two lovely kids whom I know miss their mum deep inside their hearts. They are the reason why I’m still alive today and they usually help me in filling the gap left behind. They are the source of joy at home.
The there are family friends and co-workers whose passionate help and care helped me get through the entire trauma that happened and so my family and I through that sad moment to the happy-today. May God bless all who supported me dearly, I’m forever grateful. In memory of my late wife, there was need to document and celebrate her life by creating a blog, where she will be made alive after her demise.