BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY

Can’t believe I’m on a wheelchair now.
Just the other day I was walking to KFC with Kat. Oh Kat, every time I think about her I just can’t stop the tears. I promised her till death did us part, then I was the one who brought her to her death.

Two years of marriage, no baby. Said we were living our best lives first before we brought babies into the picture.

It was our 2nd anniversary. 23rd March 1998. Unlike other couples in our time, Kat and I loved life. We were the lives of the party.

Life with Kat had been beautiful. She helped me grow. Was there every day of the week. Weekdays she’d wait up late for me, and weekends we’d party till late too. Sunday we went for mass together hand in hand. My boys were envious of me you know?

Seeing that she was a perfect wife, I wanted a perfect gift for her too. She loved to tell me,” Baby, love me like you won’t love me tomorrow. That’s perfect for me. But remember, we party like we gon die tomorrow. I need no regrets.” A party would be perfect.

So a month before our anniversary, the plans kicked off. Made reservations, invited friends, ordered drinks. It was going to be beautiful.

Days went by and the day came. Just like in the movies, I pretended I’d forgotten. Oh you think she was just cool that day? No boo. You thought wrong. That whole day she was in her feelings. Shouting, ranting etc. I think I should win the oscars for the don’t care act I pulled that day.

Convincing her to get out of the house that night was a whole task all together. But eventually, she dressed sexy for me and off we went. It was our habit to sample new clubs in town so she couldn’t quite guess our next destination. Call me master planner.

She loved the surprise. Kat wasn’t the emotional type. So don’t start picturing tears and tissue. All I got was a kiss and, “Thanks babe. Thought you forgot.” Touched my ego a little there but I’m definitely not complaining.

Partied wild all night and time came for us to go home. Drunk and silly me insisted on driving us home. 5minutes on the road and boom!
That’s all I remember guys. Dunno how long it will take me to get over her but one thing I’ll remember to do once I get off this chair is to BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY