"There was an accident, Sorry ma'am",
"What are you sorry for, tell me, what happened" she begged the caller
"We tried all we could, but we lost him", the caller said
"Lost who, who did you lose?" she asked, her heart was beating at a fast pace, she held her chest
"we identified him as your son", the caller replied
Those words hit her like the punch of a heavyweight boxing champion, the phone fell from her hands and she past out.
Mrs. Eze had been married for 15 years without a child, it was an excruciating ordeal. When she finally got a son, she was so attached to him, she loved him with all her life, now he's dead. It felt like life itself was sapped from her. How would she live without him now? What is her guarantee that she'd have another child.
She was nearing menopause, was her husband up to the task.
Her mother had tried to console her, "all is not lost my dear", she told her for the umpteenth time.
She knew all was not lost, she had hope, but the loss of her son would always be remembered.