My wife died two years ago, then grief opened door for madness

My Peju Akande
Mywife died two years ago. Before then, she had been sick for a long time; the kind of sickness that drains everybody in the house. You know that saying: “The person caring for the sick is sometimes sicker than the sick person.” It’s true. It’s painfully true.
I won’t stand here and claim I did all the caring. Her children, our children, carried that burden with full chest. They were her hands, her legs and her nurses. But she was still mywife. I did what I could, in my own small way. I put all my manhood on hold and accepted it as destiny.
You know what I mean.
When she died, the house became quiet in a way that frightens even an old man. There used to be noise, yo...