I am Sorry For Your Loss

Days became weeks and weeks became months, but no one came to meet me apart from Sean’s grandfather and sometime later his parents. At first, they were shocked to see me here and a little angry as well, but I told them I was comfortable, so they did not say more.

 

They informed me they were shifting to Florida because of New York’s extreme weather. They do not like it here anymore, and his father has already retired, so they are free. Now the entire company is managed by Sean.

They call me sometimes to ask about my well-being, but my dear husband never showed me his face. I guess I might forget his face if I do not see him for a few more months.

I was in touch with Granny, and I went to meet her some time as well. Nowadays, she is not doing well.

My father has left me to die forever. He is the least concerned about my well-being.

I stay most of the time in the house and finish my online classes and assignments. I go out only to get the necessary stuff.

I checked the fridge and saw there was not enough stock, so I thought I needed to stock up. I took my furry jacket, binny, and gloves and started walking towards the market.

The entire market was lit up because of Christmas tomorrow. I could see a lot of cheerful faces. Kids were jumping to get the best gift, and their parents were laughing. Seeing all this made me happy.

I thought about buying a gift for my grandmother too, so I went to the mall to get something nice. I was looking at so many things but was not getting anything thoughtful, as at this age she had everything, so what should I give her?

 

And then my eyes stopped on a bookmark. I know my grandmother loves reading, so I thought of getting a bookmark for her. I bought that and then thought of getting something for Sean as well.

 

But again, why should I get it? It is not like we have any relationship between us. It has been so many months, but he never came to check on me.

 

This marriage was forced on him. I should not bind him unnecessarily in this relationship.

 

However, my eyes stuck on something, and I smiled, looked at it, and bought it.

 

After finishing my work, I went to the house again, made some dinner, and went to sleep.

 

The next day, I got up, finished my business, and thought of decorating the house as if it were Christmas.

 

I bought decoration stuff yesterday, so I started decorating, and, in some time, I was done, as this house is not that big. So in a few hours, I was all done. I got a small Christmas tree as well, which I kept in the corner and decorated with cute little lights. I love lights.

 

I looked around at my hard work, and my smile said I was more than satisfied with that.

 

It is just 11 a.m., and I do not have anything to do today. I was just thinking about what to do, and my phone rang. I pick up and hear a lady’s voice.

 

Hello, is Miss Sarah Williams speaking?" Someone asked me

 

"You are right. How may I help you?" I ask politely.

 

"Miss Williams, I am Nancy, caretaker of Mrs. Williams." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.

 

"Yes, Nancy, how can I help you?" I asked while a little shivering, as some kind of sensation I was feeling in my body.

 

"Miss Williams, I would like you to come to the city hospital as soon as possible." She spoke, and worries were visible in her voice.

 

"Is everything alright, Nancy?" I asked. Now I am worried as hell.

 

"Well, mam, Mrs. Williams was not feeling well, so we brought her to the hospital, and the doctor has asked for the presence of family, so I called you and Mr. Williams."

 

"I will be on my way, Nancy; thank you." I picked up my phone and booked the cab, which was available in a minute. Taking my bag, I rushed towards the door.

 

I reached the hospital, asked reception about my grandmother, and ran towards the ICU.

 

I saw my father standing and talking to the doctor, and two ladies were crying. And at that moment, I did not know what to do or say. I just stood a few feet away from my father. He gave me a small glance and went back to talk to the doctor.

 

One lady in her 40s came toward me and asked, "Miss Williams?"

 

I look at her and nod in agreement.

 

She had more tears in her eyes.

My heart was sinking deep down in the pit of my stomach, and I was looking at her with tears.

There was something we called fear that I felt for the first time in my life.

Fear of something uncalled for and uncanny

Fear is going to shatter my fragile heart.

My mind was showing something absurd, but my heart was not sane enough to get notice of it.

I wanted to ignore everything I was seeing, feeling, and noticing.

It seems like time has slowed down and everything is in slow motion.

Perhaps everything was shaken down when she finally spoke.

 

"I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS."

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