I got the call yesterday morning to say you’d passed away. I was heartbroken because I hadn’t made time this past weekend to visit with you. I am truly sorry that I didn’t get to see you and chat with you one more time.
I had to send Aunty Fi a message today for the obituary column in the newspaper, and it was so difficult… I didn’t know where to start or what to say, as all my words and sentences didn’t seem to do you and your amazing life justice.
You lived a good and happy life, but it was time to join Granny in heaven.
I will remember all the times when you handed me your comb so you could get your hair done. And how promptly you fell asleep as soon as the comb touched your head. I’ll remember the times in Witbank when I’d fill a syringe with water and style your hair into a mohican, or a side path, or whatever took my fancy. I will remember the funny stories you used to tell us of “William Te Hell”, “Christopher Columbumbus” and “Red Hooding Ride”. I will remember all the funny jokes as well.
But mostly I will remember you with this photo taken when I was much smaller…
Goodbye Grandad! Say hi to Granny for me and give her a big hug and kiss!
P.S. Your funeral is next week Tuesday, please send me lots of strength…