In old Igbo culture (in Nigeria), one of the burial rites states that when a man dies, the wife is to shave her head. There are a number of other barbaric things she has to endure; however, all that is for another day.
Despite Igbo being my heritage, I really am not at all traditional. However, on this day, with this event…I feel so utterly stripped down in my core.
I simply cannot imagine myself not cutting my hair!
To clarify: Jacob was not my husband. Heck we were NOT romantically involved. However, as he would always say to me “If only I wasn’t gay, Belle. We would have to get married.” Joke or not, this is how he won the title of “my beau”.
This title means a lot to me. He was like my soulmate in many ways. We had too much in common, and I am bleeding as if we were in fact husband and wife.
I miss you Jacob. I really do. I cry a lot and I pray I will meet you for the first time and again, one day, in Heaven.
I love you always. You will always be my beau. Always.
This one is for you kid! ❤