My lovely wife. She was only 45.
by Paul Kapitapita
(By Paul, Harare, Zimbabwe)
It’s almost a month now when I lost the best and only greatest living being I so much cherished and loved in life, my wife Grace. She was 45. We have been together for 27years. She was so lovely, cute, beautiful, quite and we were so much in love. We met when she was seventeen and I was 22 years. A year later we married, at a very young age. We had our first daughter that following year. None of our parents accepted the union at first and they thought we would break-up soon. But as time passed, they learnt to accept our marriage. Through zeal, hard work and professional advancement, we held very good positions at both work and in society. How it all happened was like this. Our daughter had a wedding ceremony on 8th of September. Two weeks later my wife suffered a massive stroke which paralyzed the right hand side. I took her to the best hospital in the city with best medical care, She was treated there and a week and a half later was discharged. She started undergoing physiotherapy and within three weeks, she recovered very well. She could walk around the yard at our house and life was coming back to normal. The last medical review prior to her death showed that everything was fine. A week before her death, I had taken a five days leave from work, to spend time with her. That same week, we had one of the best & wonderful times of our life. It was like a sign that something was coming to an end. We spent almost every hour together. I really enjoyed smelling her, holding her and feeling her by my side each minute. Then on 24th October, just a day before I returned to work she passed away. That morning, we had a late breakfast together at 11:00 a.m. I left home to visit a friend and on my way, I got a call that she was having difficulties breathing. I had only been away from the house for 20-minutes. I rushed back home. It took me only 15 minutes to get back home but she died before my arrival. When I arrived, I held her in my arms, looking at her crying. I could not believe that she indeed was gone. I tried to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to no avail. I really cried out loud for the first time in as many years. I took her to a local clinic but on arrival they advised me she was already dead. I was so much angry at myself (for leaving her to die) and at her, for not letting me know she would be leaving me that morning. I was not able to hold her hand when she had her last breath. I should have told her how much I love her and always will. She left me with so many unanswered questions. Everything was so sudden. It hurts so much. I am still in so much pain, shock and emptiness. I miss her so much. She left behind 2 lovely daughters and one granddaughter. My two daughters are mature married college graduates and they have managed to accept the situation. But I have failed, I see her most of the time in my sleep and even whenever I am alone and quite. Part of me died with her. I miss her so much and she will always occupy a special place in my heart. She is irreplaceable.