Getting the call from Mala atteh, I don’t know how Joel, Melissa and I managed to get to the hospital. Seeing you like that, tears welled up in my eyes, but I held it in.
Looking at you, lying so peacefully, saying in our hearts “Let go Amachi. We love you” but secretly wishing you’d somehow come back. No amount of hand wiping could wipe the tears that fell.
Dropping my cutlery and running to the icu cause the doctor said its time. With tears flowing, we
said our prayers and goodbyes.
I remember it like it happened yesterday.
Dear Amachi,
I miss your laughter and smile. I miss randomly calling you. I miss your voice and how you’d talk to me till you fell asleep if you couldn’t sleep and I was there. I miss how much you cared for everyone. I miss how you fed me just to make sure I ate. I miss your cooking, how you’d let me help in the kitchen and even take time to teach me what you were doing, and the funny nicknames you would call me but mostly, I miss you. Your selflessness and kindness gave me hope and makes me want to be like you, exactly like you.
Its been a year, and I miss you more than ever.
P.S. I love you till the end.
