26/10/2024
Today Marks One Year Since I Lost My Mother to the Cold Hands of Death.
She went to the hospital as usual, and I stayed in contact with the doctor, hoping she would be discharged, as had often been the case. As a diabetic, she frequently had appointments with different hospitals, but this time, she wasn’t responding to treatment.
On the morning of October 26th, 2023, I called the doctor to ask about her condition. His report was not reassuring, then I suggested that she be transferred to another hospital for better care since I and my siblings were worried. The doctor agreed but warned that it might be a waste of money. Still, I insisted, and I called my younger brother, Eche, to go to the hospital and make sure the transfer happened.
When he arrived, Eche called me with devastating news—he found the nurses covering her body. They told him that she had passed away just a few minutes earlier.
I was heartbroken but stayed strong, knowing that Mama had fought her battle with diabetes for over 25 years. Mama, I miss you every single day. I miss your early morning calls to tell me what’s happening in the village, to check on how we are doing, and to remind me about your food, your aide’s salary, and the other things you needed for your upkeep.
I miss all of that.
May God continue to bless her soul. She lived, she fought, and she left her mark on this earth.
Mama, Rest in Peace.