Memories
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And all that’s best of dark and bright.
My dear Tim, I was asked who you were to me this week. For the first time in 18 years, I managed to explain your accidental death and our relationship in only a few lines. I spoke with clarity, tenderness, and honesty. Thank you for always seeing me… in an ocean of people. You said it was… Continue reading
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“And In That Moment I Swear We Were Infinite”
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Ouma’s room felt calm with soft light… she looked worse and better then I imagined – making no sense at all I am. She is nothing like the woman she use to be, but when I lay down beside her, she took my face in her hands and I… Continue reading
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Comma
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. Continue reading
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… He believes in me, I don’t know what he sees in me …
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, From the beginning he was all in. While I analysed the unexpected love, devotion and absolute certainty he possessed about our future (not to mention the chunks of sexy that was coming my way), he was mixing our CD’S and DVD’s which at the time closed my throat with… Continue reading
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42 you said?
Dear friends, family and other interesting creatures, Some bonds cannot be broken. Not even in death. It may be 17 years since Tim died, but I had a very real sense of him yesterday. I could not understand why he lingered yesterday. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Usually I am able to pin point… Continue reading
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You’ll Never Walk Alone
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, My first real, solid true love…. The very first anything I felt was MINE. He never gives up on me. He will fight for me and he will fight with me. He will care for me … while sighing a lot. 🙂 He will drink vodka with me. He… Continue reading
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For the good times
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, This reminded me of beautiful you, Victoria . My youngest biological child. The way you use to look at me with wonder when you were little. I told you if they could one man on the moon, why couldn’t they put all of them there? 🙂 You seemed to… Continue reading
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.. so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind
As die reën van stof en roet verby is en die rook verdwyn Sal daar in die sterrelose hemel ‘n neonboog verskyn En kyk maar goed, want as jy hom vind vertel ek vir jou ‘n sprokie my kind, van ‘n skatkis met ou kettings gebind aan die neonboog se punt Volg hom elke nag… Continue reading
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A Tumbleweed dancing in the light of the moon.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, It was cold the day I arrived at Tumbleweed Cottage in McGregor. A crisp kind of cold where you don’t shiver, but you would not say no to a mug of the coffee from Strictly Coffee in Robertson which I had become accustomed to while visiting these little patches of vibrantly alive dorpies. Besides,… Continue reading
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The first time ever I saw your face.
My darling chicken little, I miss you tremendously this morning. A sore that runs from my heart to my hands looking for yours and ending in a tear. ♡ #SmileBeautiful.. That is what you taught me. You need to © that shit. ♡ Be kind, you never know which chapter of their book another person… Continue reading
About Me
Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.