It is a month since my friend had her life shattered to pieces. She is very young, a teacher, with two girls aged 7 and 3. She lost her husband to Covid-19, 13 days after they celebrated his birthday together.
From September 17, every day, her Facebook had updates of memories of all the moments which they spent together.
Most of them were of him as a doting Dad, singing Karaoke with his girls, pouting for photographs, braiding their hair, and playing guest, drinking tea from mini teacups. Watching those souvenirs which they had collected as a family, makes you feel like a voyeur invading their sacred sanctuary.The wringing of your heart , you accept as the penance.
Her accompanying thoughts have everything that she wanted to say to her husband but missed saying when he was with her and her grievances to God who summoned him without a warning.
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