Hiram Gitau, the grieving husband of the late gospel singer Betty Bayo, moved the entire congregation to sorrow as he stood before them to deliver his final tribute to his beloved wife.
His words were heavy with sorrow yet filled with profound love, painting a vivid picture of a man grappling with an indescribable loss.
As he spoke, it was clear that the silence left behind in their home had become almost unbearable, an echoing emptiness where her laughter once lived and warmed every corner of their shared life.
“There is a silence in our home now,” Hiram began, his voice trembling gently, “a deep, profound quiet where your laughter used to live. My soul now carries a new, raw footprint. In losing you, I have lost the compass I used to navigate the world.”
He shared how often he still turned by instinct to share a thought with her, only to be met by the reality of an empty space, with the nights being the hardest.
“I reach for you in the night, and find cold shoes. The most certain rituals of our life, the shared glances over the children’s heads, the soft conversations. After long days, the simple act of carrying a moment of facial care together is now aching memories.”
Hiram reflected tenderly on the sacred, everyday rituals that formed the fabric of their life together, the shared glances over the children’s heads, the quiet conversations after exhausting days, the simple joy of doing facials together.
These ordinary acts, once so naturally woven into their routine, now lived only as echoing memories, each one a reminder of what was and what will never again be.
As he continued, his devotion to their children was unwavering.
He assured the congregation that he would always respect their decisions, always act in their best interests, and guard their hearts with unwavering commitment.
“I want you to have a divine peace in your spirit, because my commitment to you, because my commitment to you, for our children, Sky and Danny, that I will always respect their decisions to the best of their interest, while also jealously guarding the love you instilled in our family. I will guard their hearts with a ferocity you would recognise.”
Hiram also vowed to maintain the strong bonds they shared with their extended families, the uncles, aunties, and loved ones from both sides, preserving the spirit of togetherness during birthdays, holidays, and all meaningful family traditions.
“I am shattered, but I am not broken,” he said with quiet strength. “I am wounded, but I carry the lessons you taught me. I thank God for every day I spent with you. It is hard to accept His will, but I trust that you are at peace.”
With a final breath, he whispered, “Rest now, my beautiful wife.”