Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

You were my first love as a little  girl. Waiting for you to come home from the Airforce. 

A R5 tucked into my hand when nobody looked. The first man to buy me perfume.  A comfort after my father died. 

A man who assured me how loved I am until his last days. “Ons weet mos Stel” referring to knowing we loved each other. 

My Uncle who claimed me as a daughter. 

Ek gaan jou vreeslik mis. Altyd lief vir jou. 

Stel

💔💔💔