I have finally b-uried my wife, the love of my life, my destiny in marriage and I can't stop thinking about how this ni-ghtmare began out of nowhere. Chisom didn’t deserve to d i e. I don’t deserve this f-ate. She was prayerful, full of life, and hopeful—even in her we-akest moment. That evening, when I arrived at the hospita|, she was exhausted from the co-mp|ications of her C-secction and the bleeding that followed. She looked pale and weak, yet she held onto faith. I remember her words so clearly: "Sugar, I did it. I did this for us. Do you like our babies? I hope they are beautiful?" Then came the most ha-unting moment of my life. Her mother called me, saying Som Som wanted to see me. I rushed into the room, and immediately, I knew something was terr-ib|y wrong. She lay there, staring at me as if she had something to say, but no words came out. Her eyes spoke volumes—p|eading, desperate—Baby, please help me. I was frozen, h0rrified, gui|ty… power|ess. She stared at me for a moment longer, then surrendered to the p*in. Just like that, our love story came to an end. Som Som, I am so sorry it had to be this way. Life wasn’t fair to us. It wasn’t. How could a woman so full of love and kindness be taken away so cruelly? How could someone who never held anger in her heart leave this world so soon? What kind of life allows such heartbreak? But I have vowed to cherish what remains of us—our children. They are growing up well. I named our daughter after you, Chimsom. She’s a drama queen, always calculating and playful. During feeding, she holds the milk in her mouth instead of swallowing, then lets it spill everywhere—creating a mess that I wish you were here to witness with me. Our son, Kambiri, is doing just fine too. He eats like a warrior and has a way of being stu-bborn in the sweetest way. These are the little moments I regret you are not here to share with me. Re-st in peace, my angel. T y p e "RIP" for her. And to everyone reading this, I pray for you— May com-p|ications from C-sections, internal b|eeding, and prremature d e at h never be your po-rtion. You will not d i e during childbirth, in Jes us' name.