"Kwame, my dearest brother, why rush to join your beloved wife? Don't let grief consume you, rendering her passing meaningless. Think of baby Iris, awaiting your guidance and love. Your absence will orphan her, leaving scars". Gal's impassioned words pierced Kwame's despair. "Death awaits us all, but this isn't your time. Your wife wouldn't want you to surrender. She'd want you to cherish memories, ensure Iris grows with love."
Tears streamed down Kwame's face as memories flooded back. His wife's laughter, warmth and final moments echoed.
"Recall your promise," Gal urged. "Her final words, your vow to cherish life. Honor them, Kwame. You're not alone; we're here, united." The emotionally charged atmosphere enveloped everyone. Gal's words resonated deeply within Kwame. Slowly, he untied the rope, stepped down, and bowed his head, surrendering to solace.
Gal enveloped Kwame in a warm hug, whispering softly. "You're strong, brother. We'll navigate darkness together. Your wife's legacy lives through Iris."
Relief washed over the household. No one inquired about Gal's whispered words; they celebrated life. Normalcy returned amidst mourning. Kwame ate, slept and smiled faintly. Gal's presence reassured, recognizing vulnerability.
Funeral preparations unfolded, Kwame found strength in Gal's support. Gal stayed with Kwame till the date of the funeral was due.