I’m going to admit to something horrible

I didn’t kiss him goodbye…

Not when he was alive and leaving home. Not when I was leaving the ambulance. Not when they were taking him to the funeral pyre.

I’ve said before that my one regret would be not leaving my work to say a proper goodbye to him. To get up and hug him and to say I love him forever. I didn’t do all that and I’ve told people that. What I haven’t talked about is what happened in the ambulance.

When I saw him at the morgue the shock was too much to think of anything, and they didn’t even give us a minute to see him. All I could manage was to see him and touch him and I was too distraught for anything else.

Then we were leaving and I went with him in the ambulance. They’d wrapped him up in blue plastic with a white cloth covering it. He was frozen and smelled of formaldehyde. His face, though peaceful was starting to swell up near the eyes. I sat watching him for the 4 hours it took us to get him home and then it was time to leave the ambulance so people could get him out. I asked his brother to give us a moment, this would be the last time I’d be alone with him. I wanted to kiss his lips and say farewell, I even mulled putting on the lipstick he liked, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. This wasn’t how I wanted to remember him. I didn’t want the smell of death to fill my memories. And maybe it was horrible that I didn’t kiss him. I don’t know! I just got a few seconds alone and I didn’t know what to do. How do you say goodbye? How do you take a moment with the world standing around waiting and watching. There are no personal moments in India – everything is a collective – and I was holding up things. And I didn’t want anyone to see. So I gave a quick peck on his cold forehead and covered him back up with the sheet before stepping out.

Once out in the open there was no possibility of that kiss even if I wanted to do it now. A kiss is an intimate thing here, we’d never kissed in front of our parents, and I could not do it now with his entire family watching. And once out, my one thought of support was gone too – my mom, instead of comforting me was wailing away. I think that was the last straw that washed away all feeling and I was just numb. And I was still numb when I saw him being carried away. I had thoughts running in my head that I should run behind him, I should stop people from taking him, but my body wasn’t doing anything. My eyes had even stopped shedding tears.

I had that chance in the ambulance and I missed it. I don’t know if it would have been the right or wrong thing to do. I don’t know if it would have helped me now in any way. I just know I didn’t do it, and I’ve never told anyone that. I think he’d have liked a goodbye kiss, and sometimes I feel terrible for not having given him that.

Another thing that tells you that we don’t get second chances and we must seize the moment when we have it. I wouldn’t wish a goodbye on anyone, but you never know when it comes. It doesn’t mean you’ll be ready, because no one is ever ready for something like this. All it would have meant for me was perhaps I wouldn’t have beaten myself up over it so much.

I don’t know… nothing makes sense to me anymore.


6 thoughts on “I’m going to admit to something horrible

  1. I’m sure he knew you were close by; just being next to him in those final minutes, only the two of you, such powerful, private moments passing between each of you.
    Remember, you were with him then.

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  2. First, definitely NOT horrible. You are human.

    Second, I’ve seen a number of people close to me after death and there is no way I could have kissed any of them – not even my dad. In fact with all my grandparents it scared the crap out of me to see their bodies, that’s always been my standard reaction. When I was with my dad holding his hand and my head on his chest as he took his last breaths, I thought I’d still hold him there like that afterwards. But instead I found myself going out to the nurse’s station and yelping quietly that he was gone and when I looked at him again in the darkened hospital room, his spirit had so obviously left his body that I actually felt myself backing away as it was so scary. I never saw him after that, just the casket at his burial. I go to visit his grave once or twice a year now and just talk to him, catch him up on the latest, hard to believe his body is under me in the ground. The brick wall that appears in front of us when someone we love dies is awful. All I can say is every year, things will progress, it will get easier to live with this, but won’t affect your deep love and will only give you strength to go on and live for both of you.

    As a side note, not sure if I told you this, but my blog actually was started during his impending death, and who knew back in 2008 when it was created to deal with that pain, that it would bring me to altogether new places (and three years later in 2011, the man who is now my husband would find the blog and start following it from Australia…).

    Keep writing, keep allowing yourself to feel and to question, and keep breathing – for yourself and for him.

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  3. I was with my wife’s body and I said goodbye the best I could – I am also not thrilled with how I handled the last moment and wish I could have been perfect — But – I am human and I was in shock – I did the best I could ~ I know I would not want my wife to feel bad about anything if the situation was reversed ~ and I know that she wants me to continue on and be happy. And i know how you feel and I know it kills you not to be able to fix it because death allows no fixing. I just ask you to be kind to yourself – your husband understands. Blessings to you,



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