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Five years ago.... my wife (Anya) died on a rainy night, I can't forget those moments...

We were walking between rain pumps rushing home while protecting our young son between her hands and inside her arms from the rain, and I was holding her hand so that she would not fall, we had come home, and all our clothes were wet, I went to take a shower and changed my clothes while she stayed with her wet clothes to change the clothes of our young son, She took a lot of time until she bathed him and put on other clothes instead of the wet ones, and even waited beside him until he slept....

She stayed on the ground, steadfast, when I came out of the bathroom and found her lying on the ground, I called her repeatedly....

" Anya... Anya.... Anya......." I called her while I was drying my hair but she didn't reply, "Don't sleep with your wet clothes, Anya" I stood and looked at her, "Anya....." Still no answer....

I moved towards her and moved her slowly and gently, and said in myself _she might be asleep_ But when I moved her she fell between my arms, She was already sleeping, but it is a deep sleep, she will not wake up from it anymore.... SHE WAS DEAD!!!

I didn't know what to do, all I was doing was calling her and crying... "Where did you go?..... Those beautiful years didn't start yet, Why did you leave before I kept my promises?....... Why did you leave me and your one year old child?...... I know that God has wisdom in managing things, but I started to miss you from now on, as if I had not spoken to you in a long time, Anya... Answer me please, is it possible that you are unconscious, Do you suffer from hypoglycemia?..... Anya please tell me, don't stay silent, don't leave me alone, you can't leave me, you are all my family..... Anyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"......

My tears rolled, my pain and my anxiety increased, my thoughts were distracted, my heart was torn of sadness and I felt an emotional emptiness and lost the value of everything in my life....

Anya was my wife, my family, my sister, my daughter, my girlfriend and every person can be discribed as the best in my life... I wish I had known her since the childhood and spent more time with her or there would be a miracle of time saved and brought back to life, but this is impossible, for every person has a certain number of days in which to live does not increase or decrease, whatever the circumstances, whatever the way he/she died, everyone has a date to leave that land, which may seem bliss when we are happy and become hell for the remainder of time, this is my problem that I always face with my back, running away from them, that I wish what could never happen....

The next day, she was buried and prayed for her convenience in her grave... All the attendees were one friend of mine and his young brother, me and my little son, we both didn't have any friends, I was an introvert, I left my family after I finished the high school and left away from them and lost any contact with them, but about her, she has another story...

I stood in front of her grave and the wind moved my clothes with great coldness and sadness, my tears fell against my will, I came down with my feet touching the ground and my tears watered the red rose on her grave, I said to her in fade : "Rest in your grave and live in my heart, so it was not and will not be anyone else but you in my life and my heart, I love you, Anya..."

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