Never Forget You by N L Ardwick

Author:N L Ardwick
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781784625979
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd

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The funeral service was held a week later. Amy was cremated. After the funeral, Harpreet asked to be taken home. She did not go to the temple where prayers were conducted. She did not feel like her legs could carry her body. Once home, she collapsed in bed, not speaking to anyone and unable to eat. Gurmeet was being looked after by Ajay’s parents.

It was only after a few weeks that she was able to go into Amy’s room, the room where she would never sleep. Everything was as it had been left before they went to the hospital. She did not move anything, just looked and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Another week went by, she had not eaten very much or left the house. Calls from her parents, Baljeet and Dave went unanswered. She had barely spoken to Ajay. He was the one who was holding everything together and looking after Gurmeet. The sadness would not go away. Her broken heart was making her whole body ache.

The weeks to follow did not get any better. The feelings of total shock were overwhelming. She remembered walking out of the hospital empty handed, walking past people carrying flowers for the new mothers on the ward. The sound of babies crying echoed in her ears. She went through phases of crying endlessly, feeling like she would dissolve in the tears to periods when no tears came and only numbness.

The question which they asked over and over again was why. Why them.? It was so unfair. The hospital were not able to give them any answers. They could not find any clear cause for Amy to have been taken from them.

Ajay tried his best to support her. It was only after a few weeks that he showed her a picture which he had taken of Amy. He also gave her a trinket box containing a lock of Amy’s hair which he had cut before she was taken away by the undertakers. He handed them to her as she sat in bed. She did not show any emotion or speak. She refused to hold out her hand and take them, so he placed them on the bedside table and left the room.

Gurmeet would come back from school and try to lift his mother out of the darkness which encircled her.

“Mummy, look what I did at school,” he said. He handed her a poem which he had written about his baby sister describing how tiny and perfect she was. She smiled at him and held him close.

Ajay told her that he had chosen to have Amy’s ashes buried so that there was somewhere where they could go to visit her. He would go there regularly and had taken Gumreet occasionally.

“Harp, will you come with me?” he asked one Sunday. “It may help you.”

“I can’t,” she replied. She would not say any more.

“I think you should talk to someone,” he continued. “Gurmeet needs you, I need you. I can’t carry everything any more. It’s hard for me too.

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