I Walk Beside My Husband as a Proud Black Woman in America

By Kenneth E. Murrey

Not for the fainthearted, this book is a true story about Regina and Ken and their experiences throughout their sixty years of marriage and life and the ups and downs of making a living.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781638854609

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I Walk Beside My Husband as a Proud Black Woman in America

Kenneth E. Murrey, Sr.

ISBN 978-1-63885-459-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63885-460-9 (Digital)

Copyright © 2021 Kenneth E. Murrey, Sr.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

My name is Kenneth E. Murrey, and this is the second volume and the last of our story for my wife, Regina L. Murrey, who passed away a few months back.

This is a nonfiction.

Introduction

My life came to an end when my wife died on August 26, 2020, at 5:30 a.m. I was leaning over her at 5:15 p.m. talking in her ear, I love you, dear. I love you with all my heart. But I could feel this was the last night I would see her alive. She could hear me, but she could not speak. I only hoped she could hear.

I kissed her on her lips, and she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and smiled. That was the last time she opened her eyes. But she was still here. I lost the fight with Satan. That was the night of August 25. Her death came on August 26 at 5:30 a.m. I wasn’t with her during the time of her death. She died alone. I had to go home on the night of August 25. She knew this. When I was telling this in her ear, she moved her head just a little to say, Okay, I understand. Then I left. I felt I would never see her lovely face again.

That morning, I was sitting in my car around six o’clock. Then there was a very bright light over my car. There was just one star and no other stars in the sky that I could see. Just that one star, blinking off and on. It was my wife, telling me she was okay. The star was her first step until she reached her home. My wife and I talked about the stars over the years. We felt the stars were our stepping stone to our next stop, to reach our home in heaven. She was halfway home, and I felt good about that. But life for me had now come to a dead end, sixty years of her love.

I felt like I was falling in a dark hole and there was no end. I just kept falling, and the deeper I fell, the darker the hole became. I lost my love, my hope, my life. My wife was my world. She was more than a wife. She was an angel. God gave her to me, and the dark world took her from me, but her God took her into his world, because she loved God and believe in him.

That was one good soul the devil lost. She was God’s angel on earth for me. She died with a lot of pain, which was given to her by Satan; he gave her all the pain he could just to get to me, and he got to me because there was nothing I could do to stop this pain nor could anyone else. But the day would come where I would face off with him. Remember we once met face-to-face, and I would wait for that day to come.

We would go toe to toe after my death, and then I would go to my wife in heaven. She would reach out for me and pull my soul out of hell. Our love was that strong, even after my death.

Now for me, as a lonely black man in my late seventies, I must try to move on, but where do I go? I was still falling in this dark hole, and I would fall until I reach my death, and perhaps the house of Satan, we would face off. Then the dark side would come to an end after my death. But my wife as my angel would bring me from the dark side to her. Our love was still strong even more so after her death. But for today, I must go on, so where do I start? Alone, scared, my heart was crying out for my wife. Where will I go from here?

This old man at seventy-seven years old. The country is in a race war between blacks and whites, and I have my own war with the dark side. I have very little money. Do I want a job after seventy-eight years of hell? No. Only my wife had given me love and peace. I don’t have too much time left in life. I hope my life ends soon so I can take care of business in the house of Satan and then reach out to my wife in heaven and say, Honey, I am ready. I know my wife is in heaven, and that makes me so happy. I want to walk with her until the end of time, time after time, for there will be no end to time. My wife and I would walk with the greats. And we would see our family once more.

Now, reader, in the second half of my story, my shoes are out of your reach. You can read my story, but please don’t step into my shoes.

After my dear wife passed away, the shoes were out of reach. I couldn’t go to my wife now for her love and support, to tell me, Everything would be okay, dear. So could I come to you, my reader, for help? I realized I said, Please don’t step back into my shoes. But, reader, I need your help. Will you take that chance for me and step back into my shoes? I need your support. Will you take that chance and step into my shoes once more to help me along?

This is a true story. It’s real life, my life. Reader, you have been with me for seventy-seven years, and I thank you for that. You, my reader, now understand my life story.

The first book told you all about how my wife and I met. This book is about the death of my dear wife and how she died.

Chapter 1

As I said before, I am not a writer. Each day and night was like a one-night stand. For fifty-nine and a half years, each day and night was like the first day we met. Just to see her once more. Just to hold her in my arms. I would become her slave and fall in love all over again. Every minute with my wife was a dash of love running through my heart. My wife is no longer with me, but I can never say goodbye. What I can say is I will love her till the end of all time.

I am not a writer, but I have feelings, and I do know how to love a woman, my wife, Regina. I have kissed her from head to toe, and it was like the doors of heaven opened up for me. I love Regina, my wife.

They said the cause of her death was Parkinson’s disease. No no no. It was not. She was shipped to three different hospitals, she had four operations, and her white blood cell count ran up and down. Her pain was off the charts. She would call me late at night crying, I am in pain. Please help me. The pain is too great, honey. Help me, please. Then I would hear the phone drop. She passed out from the pain. But I could not do anything. I could not visit her due to Covid.

Even the hospital said, We made some mistakes. We are sorry. My wife should still be here today. It was neglect from some of the staff at the three hospitals. When my wife passed away, I dropped to my knees and asked God, Why? Why did you let Satan take the life of my wife through the hands human beings? For you have many souls in your house, Lord. I now have none. You took the only person I ever loved in life. I thank you for taking her soul into heaven, but what about me? Did you ever think of me? If so, my wife would be at my side today. I say to you as a very bitter man, there is no way on earth or in heaven that you could need her more than I. Don’t throw me out of her life, Lord. I want my wife back, or you can come for me today. I wish to walk with her through endless times. We were the world’s greatest lovers and will be in heaven. I cry every day for her love. The nights are lone and lonely. The days have no feeling for I am so alone. I have aged overnight. All I now have is time, Lord. To me, time is living hell. I am a lonely soul. Please take me soon, Lord.

My wife was a real angel on earth. When you put an angel together with a human and she puts her love into your soul, you then become one person, and it’s called lovers, one love. Our love, no one can take that from me, Lord. Not even you, my Lord, for it was you who put her into my life, and I will always thank you for her. There was so much love between us that at times we felt like we could walk on air and just hold hands. Now I walk alone, Lord. I don’t need to tell you that we were great lovers on earth, she and I. Because you sent that angel to me, you put your hands into my life with the angel of my dreams. She was the love of my life. She was all my hopes and dreams. I could hear her now saying. Don’t worry, honey. It will be okay. God will take care of us, so please don’t worry, dear, for I love you with all my heart. Then I would just smile and say, Okay, dear. She took all my pain, all my bad feelings. Everything was blocked out with her love, but when she became sick and was in too much pain day and night, there was nothing in this world I could do for her. I just wanted to die. From a distance, I could feel her love and all her pain. I could feel her all throughout my body. My soul ran with her love.

As time would move on, I would love her even more, for there would be no end to our love. Her presence may not be with me, but her soul is in my body and heart. I try to remember the good old days. But every day is the good old days for me, and my dear wife, sixty years of loving an angel. I would get on my knees and craw a mile for her if she wanted that.

Since my wife’s death, I had been in the house for three weeks. I knew needed to go out, for I was out of food. The world was at war with one another, a race war. No place on earth was safe, not even in our own home. People were scared. You couldn’t get a smile anymore. No one cared about one another. Hate was in the air. You could feel it all around you. Just stop and stand still and take a look. There is hate looking at you in the face. There is no real reason for this hate. There is no real reason for it. Maybe money, power, and greed.

Release me from all the hate and pain, oh, Lord. Release me from this earth. I want to walk in peace with my wife. She should not be alone, for our souls are one. I am now only half a man, for I have no soul. I walk in the dark alone. The nights are lonely, and the path has no end. Lord, show me the way, and I will walk my way back to my wife. Just open the doors for me, and I will do the rest. Just let me in, Lord, for I am at the door. Just open up for a lost soul.

My reader, you have been with me and my wife for many years. You have been with us from the very first days. Remember the Goodwill dresser drawer. It was