Can one pen down and capture one's grief?
As I stood petrified, helplessly watching my Chuks struggle with the cold hands of death unaided; watching the dark clouds gather as he breathed his last, questions upon questions reeled through my head. Why Chuks? What is happening? Could this be possible? Is Chuks, my brother, leaving? If our nucleus is ripped off, what becomes of the cell,- our family, his group of friends, his colleagues , numerous dependants etc.?
The tearless wailing turned to weeping which transformed into staring into nothing while the tears flowed endlessly unchecked, then snivelling to midnight tears. Will the healing ever come? Will our tears ever cease? Who said real men do not cry? They do cry as we learnt with Chuks' demise except that such tears are chalky.
Chuks was love, wisdom and integrity personified. He was a rare Gem. the focal point, the Northern Star that never dimmed right from his childhood. His core attracted people to him and his ever illuminating presence unified them all, made positive things happen, brought counsel, laughter, joy, peace, strength, direction and healing. Our Chuks gave his all including his being. He was the huge tree in our forest of life, home to diverse plum. He understood people in his humility and strove to make them happy even when unasked. What happens next, my brother Chuks?
Will we ever heal? Wither the promised fortitude? Our grief remains with our tears flowing unabated. Our solace is that you came and sojourned in our midst and we shared in your goodness. We pray for your soul to come to terms with the abrupt and unexpected end of your earthly journey and attract similar souls to continue striving to your real home. With the help of the Lord we will heal.
Adieu my dear brother and continue to be the kind, caring and loving Chuks wherever you may be. May the Lord's angels guide you home.
Jee nke oma, my brother, Chuks, Akunatakasi, Nwokeike, CeeCee Onyeoma.