The trials of life, ended in death, translated…
It was, the holidays of the nation’s birth one year, and, silence took over the ride from the bank, about to repossess our home back home. Toward this trip that’s about to turn our lives upside down, we’d all carried that huge sense of panic. You’d chosen, to escape from the accumulated debts of your business that you can no longer pay up, by running off, while I’d, stated and faced the unknowns of what the future might hold, you were forced to choose the former, while I was given, the latter as my option in life.
not my photograph…
I took our two kids, returned back to my own household, and, was well taken care of, I’d gotten, away from every single bad aspect of the debts you’d accumulated, and I’d also, become isolated from you, whom I was, close to, for ten years. The father of my children vanished, my husband made his escapes from the law, and overnight, we can no longer, make our household complete.
“Don’t run away, let me stand beside you, and we will, beat this.” I’d said these words many time, but I’d not, spoken these words aloud as it just happened, nor did I blurt them out as you’d made up your mind to go. If I had, carried this heart of persistence and said these words to you, then, would you not be, lying there, inside that icy cold cabinet, through the thickened glass panes, silently, heard me, screamed out so loud in pain, but couldn’t give me a hug and some words of warmth or comfort now?
at someone’s funeral, photo from online…
So, this, is how life had ended, you were too young, and had children you needed to consider, so, you’d left your husband’s side after he’d accumulated up the debts he couldn’t pay, and now, as you arrived at the morgue to claim his body, you’d felt that if you’d done something differently (like maybe not left???), then, everything will be different, and your husband would still be alive? But, there’s no way of going back in time, to change the decisions you’d already made, is there? Nope, and so, you will, feel bad for years to come, mourning for the loss of your beloved husband.
Life, the Obstacle Course 