Farewell sweet husband of mine,
Here I am, lying on the unmerciful deathbed of the hospital. I look around the icy-cold room and feel the muscles in my body jitter with apprehension of what awaits me before the ink is dry. I am writing to you, David, my endearing husband, to put into words my final goodbye. I quail at the crushing thought of leaving so incipiently when it seems like only yesterday we’d taken our sacred vows of oneness. I do not want to die. I like living. I have sometimes been wretchedly miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive, as your wife, besides you, in our own little world made up of you, me and our love, is a grand thing.
It is true–love knows not its own depth until the pinch of separation. We have written our brief, yet incredible story in the sands of time. Surely, you will remember the instants of joy we have shared and smile at them with lightness in your heart. Your eyes spoke to me, the first time we met, a secret that in life after life, in age after age, forever, we will dote on each other. Darling, I am going with fond memories of how we have made love in the gentle summer rain; in the shepherd’s heaven, over the flocculent sunlit green pastures; in the quiet lodge at Emerald Waters. I cherish the times we have spent chasing the moon on our long drives, when we kissed like euphoric teenagers or when you daintily drew me closer to you in your sleep in the wee hours of the morning. We promised we would live together. We would die together. I am sorry I am not keeping my words, for this evil disease has got the best of me. It pains me a hundredfold to be in isolation–not to see your face, not to close my eyes for one last moment in your arms. This would have mollified the regrets of my harsh untimely departure from this world. I miss you.
You will live on, Dav, after I am gone. You will live a full life and do everything we have ever dreamt of. You will fall in love once again with a kind woman; her love will hit you like a thunderbolt, and will pierce through your soul. She will make you laugh when life gets tough. You will make wonderful babies and watch them grow. Your budding business will soar to heights you would have never conjectured. You will be a happy man; and nothing in the City of God would bring me greater pleasure than to see you happy. Life will be worth living if you plant lovelier, the journey will continue without me. Should you feel lost, hesitant or weak; should you crave to swaddle in the snugness of my loving embrace, you will still find me at all the places where we sang and danced–in the chilling breeze of the mountains, in the ebb and flow of the gentle waves of the sea, deep in your heart. You have given me love. I hope to give you dreams of your beautiful tomorrow.
David, I leave behind lasting pleasant memories for you which you will treasure for the rest of your life. Thank you for being the best husband I could have possibly asked for. I have loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you for always. It’s just goodbye for a little while. Only a little while…
Your beloved wife,
Jasmine
*This letter is a humble tribute to all those devoted wives and girlfriends who have been fighting hard and for the most part alone, but have sadly lost the battle against the Coronavirus.
May their soul rest in eternal peace.
