11th August 2015
I’ve never been good at dates, but i’ll never forget this one. G traveled a lot for his work and he wanted to finish one trip before the BHCG results came out on 17th August and we found out if we had succeeded in making a baby.
His trips were to his ancestral town (let’s call it H) where he was developing a beach property, and he stayed there 10-12 days a month. So his going was a routine activity. He usually took a night bus and reached there the next morning. This time he decided to go along with a friend who wanted to see the property as well – and they took the friend’s car.
If you woke him up at night and said “let’s go to H”, he’d come along. This time he told me 2-3 times that he didn’t feel like going. I thought he doesn’t want to leave me alone with the baby thing and all. I asked him to not go then. But his friend wanted the trip, and G thought the car would be really convenient and he went.
He left the house in the afternoon. I can still see him in the doorway, with his bag – the one he carried everywhere – slung over his shoulders. I didn’t even say a proper goodbye, because he traveled so often. I probably didn’t even look that well when he went out the door – never to come back! How I wish I could have hugged him, or given him that one last kiss. How I wish I could have stopped him from going. It’s people like me who end up wishing for a time machine.
Their car met with an accident at 10:00pm that night. And he left me and our yet unborn baby, forever!