13/12/2021
A WIDOW'S PLIGHT
I have been a widow for more than 30 years. My husband died at the age of 47 of a massive heart attack and failure during the night of his 48th birthday.
In the morning I did go to my lessons, finished packing the car and set off for the house, I arrived to find a very quiet house. Usually on his birthday Pat would be out telling the world that he was here and that it was his birthday. My nurse friend Gigi was seated on the front step. She said there was not a sound from inside and she didn’t want to disturb Pat if he was sleeping. Very strange to me. So I went in. There was a card on the kitchen table from Joan but that was all. I looked around and there was Pat still in bed. It was a peaceful scene as the window over him was open and a soft breeze was blowing in. I charged in and demanded that he wake and get up as his birthday had arrived. He did not move. I touched him and found him very cold and very dead. I shouted at him as I was very cross and angry at him. How dare him do such a thing. I pressed on his chest and blood rippled from his lips. I began to cry and yell for someone to come quick. My friend Gigi came in, Mary came over but couldn’t look at Pat or at me.
Everyone wanted me to leave but I wanted to stay near Pat. I did just that and I cradled him in my arms until the ambulance men arrived. There was no calming me. Aunt Ryan grieved for me more than herself as she believed I was too young ( 46) to be a widow. Little did she know that I was a widow then and have remained a widow all these years.This might sound like fiction to you,but this is the situation of some woman.Most with children struggle every day to earn a living and Take care of their children and themselves.
