Life Goes On Even After The Taste Of Living Is Gone

In my years of active Medical Consultation, I have come across loads of persons, who have passed through traumatic experiences like losing loved ones (especially spouses) to the cold hands of death, suffering personal losses of shipped items, cars, buildings, certificates and all that.

I have seen how husbands literally lost themselves when their wives are gone.

I have seen how wives refused to be consoled on the death of their husbands and they had wondered who would take care of their children.

I had actually seen a young couple, who were so much in love that they did not know that any other life existed aside their own lives, and how they went ahead to actualize their love by getting married to each other. and how on the eve of their traditional marriage, the man was coming down the stairs, tripped and fell knocking his head on one of the steps and passed out.

He was rushed to the nearby Hospital, but when his case deteriorated, he was taken to the Teaching Hospital where a pin-point diagnosis was made, the treatment of which required an evacuation outside the shores of the Country.

Almost all that they owned was sold to raise the necessary funds and a month later, the evacuation was done, the brain surgery was done after 7 weeks of the accident and by the 10th week, the man was out of coma but could not remember anything including who he was.

However 6 months after the accident and while trying to adjust to his new life, the man woke up one morning with shouts of "my head  o o" "my head o  o", the Lady who had not only stood by him all this while but also sat with him even though he no longer could recognize her or what he felt for her, rushed him to the nearby Hospital but before anyone could say "Jack Robinson" the man jerked had a prolonged seizure and when it was all over, he was stone dead.

The Lady cried and wailed and asked death to come and take her too because she could not visualize life without her heart throb.

They were waiting for him to get well enough to remember himself and then the next thing was death.

On the day of his burial, when the casket had been laid in the grave and the grave diggers were filling the grave with red earth, the Lady struggled free of those in her company and ran and jumped into the grave right on top of the casket and asked the people filling the grave to bury her with him because she cannot continue living without him. The commotion and confusion caused by that act set many persons on their heels but with much pleading and persuasion she was carried out of the grave and the burial rites were concluded.

For a period of 12 months she mourned him, she cried, she missed him terribly and when the mourning period was over, she decided that for him and his memory, she would have to live again.

Even though there were no other ties between them since they were not actually married and had no issues, but she told herself that until she breathed her last, she would always live in the memory of the first man who loved her like no one else ever had and who she loved like she would never love another.

It is #hope for a better tomorrow that actually keeps us going even when all pointers lead backwards.

Have you suffered loss in any way?

Be strengthened by this story

Find a reason to live, even if the taste of living is gone from your mouth, find a reason to live. Do it for him or her or for your kids or for whatever else you hold dear.

Be Blessed

Dr. Jerry - the First: JP

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