Birthday song for Sam

I’ve Watched You Become

Verse 1

Feels like yesterday, Cape Town light

Holding you there for the very first time

So small, so perfect, breath held still

Didn’t know then just how much I’d feel

Through London years and Sydney skies

Watching your world through visits and goodbyes

But every time I saw your face

I saw the person you’d become

Chorus 1

And I’ve watched you become who you are

From a spark to a rising star

From “faster, faster” chasing the wind

To a heart that lets the whole world in

And even from oceans apart

I’ve carried you here in my heart

Verse 2

Running wild with no brakes at all

Laughing loud, never scared to fall

Sunset gold at Llandudno

Salt in your hair, that ocean glow

Sunrise swims in the quiet blue

Finding something honest and true

Curled up slow with a book in hand

Then lighting up every room you stand in

Chorus 2

And I’ve watched you become who you are

All that light, all that heart

Every laugh and every tear

Every doubt that brought you here

And you shine in all that you do

In a way that’s so deeply you

Verse 3

Now you sit in that sacred space

Holding lives with such quiet grace

You see the parts we try to hide

And help them breathe, and soften inside

You’ve known those shadows in your own way

That’s how you know just what to say

Turning pain into something kind

A healing hand, a steady mind

Chorus 3

And I’ve watched you become who you are

Not in spite of the scars

But because you feel so deep

You can hold what others keep

And the world is better, it’s true

Just because it has you

Verse 4

In Kenilworth streets you’ve made your home

Not far from Matt, not far from your own

Sunlight drifting through quiet rooms

Soft conversations, creative blooms

From Stellenbosch halls to Hermanus shores

Giving your heart to something that’s more

And every client that finds your care

Feels something safe just being there

Bridge

From dancing to Abba as a child

To standing strong and undefiled

From fearless speed to deeper sight

You grew your wings in your own time

And all the love you give away

You see it in the lives you touch

It’s there in how you show up

In all the quiet things you do

Final Chorus

And I’ve watched you become who you are

And I couldn’t be more proud

Through every high and every fall

You’ve found a way to hold it all

So keep shining, just like you do

The world is better with you

Sheila's memorial

The family held their memorial for Sheila this weekend at Alphen Way. Lots of beautiful shared memories and tributes to a wonderful person and a life well lived. 

Jo's beautiful tribute

Sheila, this is for you — to honour your 92 years and the incredible life you lived before being reunited with your beloved Henk.

When I think of you, I think of all the small, meaningful things that made you so uniquely you. Your love of ironing, darning and mending, always taking such care with everything. The colourful bottles that stood in cheerful rows along your kitchen shelf, and the little treasures and teaspoons you collected on your travels — each one with a story.

Your home and garden were a reflection of you — warm, cared for, and full of pride. There was never a plate left in the sink, and everything had its place. And of course a “Sheila” salad was never complete without its signature touches: Little cubes of cheddar, chopped onion and sliced mushrooms.

I will think of the quiet, special moments too — how Sam would melt with contentment from your arm tickles in the back of the car, purring with happiness. How you were always on hand to look after her so I could get some sleep after Matt was born. How, on your walks together, you planted seeds of wonder and magic in her heart, filling her world with fairies and imagination.

It is about the family you loved cherished so deeply. How you loved Mathew with such pride, and how that same pride extended to each of your eight grandchildren. Not a single Sunday morning call with Antony passed without you asking about them — what they were doing, how they were, what little stories there were to share. You were always interested, always present.

It is about your love story with Henk — a love so deep and constant. You did everything side by side, a true partnership in every sense. Your strength during his illness and the fierce, protective love you showed him will never be forgotten.

Plett won’t feel the same without you and our family gatherings will always have a space where you should be — our matriarch, at the centre of it all.

It is about your spirit of adventure — your love of travel, of road trips in the Musso with Henk. Skydiving at 87 says everything about your bravery! How incredible it was for one last spin in the boat in Plett - the delight on your face is something I will never forget.

It is about the little things that made us smile — how you and Henk were always five minutes early to everything, how your cheeks would turn pink after a glass of wine, how you loved your pretty lights, sitting with your chair with your cross word puzzles, your weekly You adiction, your love of Binnelanders and the Grand Pree.

Your belly laugh when something tickled you! The incredible garden you created, drawing much admiration from all who walked past. How much you loved your tea and always had your cup and saucer ready at the kettle for the next brew.

You were beautiful, inside and out — you looked gorgeous wearing pinks and purples, never without your earrings and pearls. How you never missed your weekly hair appointment, and how, in all the years, not a single grey hair ever showed — always so perfectly, gracefully you.

But more than anything, we’ll remember your generosity and your love. How you spoiled us — at restaurants, at Christmas, on birthdays. Always thinking of others. And how no one ever left your house after a visit to Bloem without chocolates, Rolo’s, smarties and later on bags of Checkers mixed choccies to pass on to the other family members who could not have been there.

We will miss you deeply. But we will carry you with us — in the way we care for others, in the stories we tell, and in all the little things that will always remind us of you.

Song for Xenia for her birthday

A heartfelt song I created for Xenia to celebrate our beautiful friendship and her birthday.

The Road Gets Brighter With You

Verse 1

Tuesday nights in Jilly’s lounge

Quiet seekers gathered round

Listening for a deeper truth

That’s the night I first met you

You spoke your heart so honestly

No disguise, just authenticity

And something in that gentle room

A rare friendship began to bloom

Chorus 1

Life gets brighter walking with you

Through harbour winds and morning blue

From Jilly’s circle to cafés nearby

You make the ordinary shine

Some friends appear then drift from view

But some feel timeless, deep and true

Through every step my heart still knew

Life’s a richer road with you

Verse 2

Bowral roads and country skies

Driving out to visit Jilly

Lunch at The Mill, laughter rising

Those long trips felt easy

Friday mornings, Balls Head views

Harbour light and quiet blues

Meditation, dreams we share

Designing lives with care

Chorus 2

The road grows deeper walking with you

From Bowral hills to harbour views

Friday mornings by the sea

Talking about the lives we’ll lead

The courage in the truth you show

The open heart that lets love flow

Through every mile my spirit knew

Life feels wider next to you

Verse 3

You sing when courage calls your name

Your voice rising clear and brave

You share your art with open heart

Showing others it’s okay

You help the lost stand up again

Seeing light in broken souls

Though the world may overlook

The quiet strength you hold

Chorus 3

The world feels kinder walking with you

Through parkland paths and harbour views

Through lockdown days we found a way

Meeting in the park each day

Through laughter, wisdom, food and song

A friendship steady, deep and strong

Through every season I still see

The gift you’ve been to me

Verse 4

With Chris and Jane and Shushann too

And Krissula beside us

Our little circle gathering

Where laughter lives and guides us

Stories shared across the table

Life unfolding as we go

Friendships woven strong and kind

The kind few people know

Chorus 4

And the circle grows brighter with you

Through meals and music shared in view

Through honest words and laughter too

You make this wandering life feel true

Some friends pass quickly out of view

But some help shape the life we choose

And every mile my heart still knew

Life’s a better road with you

Bridge

You’ve taught me truth is worth the cost

To live with nothing left concealed

To meet the world with honesty

And let the heart be fully revealed

And when my anxious storms appear

You meet them calm and crystal clear

A friend who helps me find again

The beauty living here

Final Chorus

Life feels sacred walking with you

From Mackie’s quiet trust of you

To harbour winds and wandering paths

And tables full of joyful laughs

Through every valley, every view

I know how rare a soul like you

And every mile my heart still says

Life is a better road with you.

Her lovely response

A song for Tina

I created a song for Tina which she loved.  I shared it with her when I spent Xmas with her and the family.

Message from Marion who I shared the song with

Still So Here

Verse 1

Ninety-one years and you’re still so here,

Clear in your laughter, steady and near.

You chose good living, a mindful way,

Less sugar, more care, more light in your days.

Coleslaw on the table, biscuits just right,

You’ve always known how to nourish a life.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a quiet wisdom in the way you move,

A gentleness shaped by what you’ve lived through.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still warm, still bright,

Still opening hearts just by your light.

Time may pass, but this much is true:

The world is kinder for having you.

Verse 2

Kirribilli mornings, harbour in view,

Tuesday night silence breaking us through.

A shared stillness, a knowing glance,

Learning to rest in the present’s expanse.

You followed the call all the way to India’s door,

Came back with a heart that could love even more.

Pre-Chorus

Something opened and never closed again,

A deeper yes to joy and pain.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still open, still true,

Still seeing beauty where others don’t choose.

In books, in art, in a perfectly played tune,

You meet the world like a long-held friend.

Verse 3

You see the world like an artist does,

Feeling the colours before the words.

A type four heart, uniquely true,

Making meaning where few can do.

Even loneliness taught you how

To love more deeply, right here, now.

Verse 4

Ruth’s food on the table, colour and care,

Paint on the walls and love everywhere.

Dom by your side through the hardest days,

Finding new ground in courageous ways.

Dogs in the garden, balls flying fast,

You smile at the joy that’s never the past.

Pre-Chorus

Your love keeps widening, quietly strong,

A place where so many of us belong.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still generous, still kind,

Still making a home in the hearts that you find.

Family and friendship, gathered and true,

We’re richer for simply knowing you.

Bridge

Scrabble words waiting,

Road trips to Bowral,

Lunches and laughter,

Table tennis battles.

Sushi at Taki,

Harbour cafés,

Deep conversations

That carried our days.

You speak it in moments, in laughter and care,

In the warmth of your presence, in how you are there.

Final Chorus

You’re still so here, and you always will be,

In art and in memory, in you and in me.

This Christmas together, beneath summer skies,

I’m grateful beyond what words can describe.

Outro

So here’s to your courage, your depth, your grace,

Your quiet strength, your radiant face.

My beautiful friend, this song is true:

I am so thankful —

For you.

Jason passes away

Beloved Jason always greeted me, when I arrived in South Africa, with such love and excitement. He spent many a night on my bed, all snuggled up.  He loved his food with a hungry passion. He adored walking in the Greenbelt and around the block, trotting, sniffing and peeing on many a bush. He was a loyal member of the Boting clan, always watching other members of the family with loving curiosity. When he or we were truly excited, he barked with abandon in his distinctive high pitched tone.  He was a truly beautiful little being and we will all miss him terribly. 

 

How wondrous that you can see Jason in his paw print, done by Sam.

Sam saying goodbye

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Beautiful Jilly passes away

She was very ready to go but she will be so greatly missed. She passed peacefully in the presence of Mandy, her beloved daughter.  I was fortunate to phone her earlier in the day when she was still conscious and I was able to express my love and gratitude.   It is through Jilly that I have met many of my closest friends and her Eckhart evenings were a catalyst to incredible personal and spiritual growth, including my daily meditation and mindfulness practice which has transformed my life.

I really enjoyed putting her photo tribute together.  So many priceless memories!

I'll be sorry to miss Jilly's funeral as I will be in Iceland but I will be there in spirit.

My favourite sayings of Jilly

• "Love from my heart to yours. "
• "Thank you for all of life. The easy bits and hard bits. "
• "Yep yep"
• "Come round early for some Jilly zoop"
• "You can call me any time day or night..."
• "Let's make a circle. Would someone like to start an "om"
• "Let's have a cuppa"
• "The computer is broken. Nothing is working!"

Xenia's intuitive download "Purple Diamond"

The phrase "purple diamond" coming to you after asking for a sign could be deeply symbolic. Purple is often associated with spirituality, wisdom, and dignity—qualities that might reflect your friend's personality or the impact she had on your life. Diamonds symbolize strength, eternity, and unbreakable bonds, which might represent your enduring connection with her. Together, "purple diamond" could symbolize a precious, enduring memory or aspect of her that continues to influence and inspire you.

Xenia's poem recited at Jilly's funeral

Jilly I will miss your beautiful hugs as only you knew how to give

You welcomed us all to your home, showed us a little how to live

You provided comfort and nurturing with a warm and open heart

"Call on me any time", that you said from the start

When my Anthony was sick you supported me, and beside me you stood tall....

This was despite your own health challenges, at the time I recall

Your cheeky sense of humour and your ability for play

Your thoughts and insights shared with us will forever stay

Yes your way of giving was heartfelt and from your very core

And what I'll take from all of this, is to be like you a little more....

A reminder to be giving and a little gentler every day

But to also say it like it is, and honour ourselves in every way

Jilly I'm so grateful that I've known you and got to see who you truly are

And I'll always carry you with me, you will never be too far 

Photos on Jilly's funeral pamphlet

Video

• A beautiful video of Jilly singing, something she loved to do.

In loving memory of Graeme Perkes

A dear hiking friend, Graeme Perkes, passed away a week ago after a two year battle with cancer. Graeme lived life to the full more than just about anyone I know. He travelled all over the world, often exploring on foot or bicycle. He was a real inspiration. We will all really miss him.

I attended his funeral in Rouse Hill. It was a beautiful celebration of his life. Lauren did a wonderful speech that made us laugh through the tears.  She represented his friends. Graeme's two nephews also did a tribute, representing his family.

There were three tribute videos, one from his friends and one from the family. And lastly, and most special of all, was a video by Graeme of some of his photos and video footage from his hiking in Nepal. So beautiful and soulful. It felt even more profound because I am about to head to Nepal myself, in his footsteps.  I'll be doing the same hike as him to Everest basecamp.

A poem by Natham Lattimore, written and recited at Graeme's request

Hello God

It's been a while since we talked. A long time, in fact. You're like a distant family member I only see at Christmas. I remember you, though.

I remember the safety of your arms, and the warmth of your company. I remember the security I felt, as you spoke to me of the mysteries of life and the universe. That it all came down to love.

Even though we don't talk much anymore, I do remember that. The mountains I have climbed, and those I would never dare to attempt. The rivers I have waded through. The trees, united in forests that go on as far as the eye can see. All interconnected, all relying on one another for their survival. I see love, and its fingerprints wherever I look.

When I think of you, I think of my parents, my dear mum and dad, who did the best they could to raise me into as good, and kind a person as possible. I know that they credited you with every success they had; though myself, I see that in doing so they never gave themselves enough credit.

I don't claim to know the nature of existence. It's a mystery; an exciting one. Each adventure I have, I discover just the tiniest bit more of it; accompanied by yet more questions that may never be answered.

To leave this body, this shell that has failed me, and to become part of that mystery, to be enveloped by it... that may well be the most exciting adventure I have ever been on. And if you're there to meet me, then it will truly be nice to see you again.

Amen.

In loving memory of Mack (2004 - 2023)

Mackie passed away a couple of days ago, just two months shy of his remarkable 19th birthday.

It's hard to put into words what it meant to share so many years with such an extraordinary soul. 

The lessons Mack taught me are imprinted on my heart:

• His constant display of unconditional love, shared abundantly and wholeheartedly.
• The priceless bond of true companionship and heartfelt connection.
• His transparent emotions, ever evident in his joyful tail wags and earnest eyes.
• The simple warmth of snuggling close, or just resting his head on a knee, shoulder or comforting lap. 
• The wisdom in his intent listening, reminding me that not every silence needs filling.
•  His ability to be wholly present, savoring every sound and scent during our walks.
•  The immense exuberance he found in fun, playful pleasures, even if was simply chasing after a ball.
•  Just how high you can leap if you put your mind to it, especially if you’re chasing after a tantalising rodent.
•  The importance of having boundaries, especially if your space is invaded by an overly spirited yapper snapper !
•  The living embodiment of virtues like patience, adaptability, curiosity, wonder, loyalty, trust, enthusiasm, alertness, forgiveness, and countless others.

Mackie was ready to go but the void left by his absence is profound. I’ve been doing lots of walking around Waverton to help process my sadness and every path I take is suffused with memories of Mackie, sniffing at every bush and lifting his leg to mark his favourite spots. I’ve had some beautiful cries, and its been a much needed release.

A heartfelt thanks to those who had a particularly special connection with Mack and helped enrich his life: Ally, Liza, Jasper, Chris, Yogi, Srini, Xenia, Shushann, Sharon, Martin, Matt, Sue & Alex, Dani, Lizzy, Chrisel, Russell, Elna, Jilly.

Mack, until our paths intertwine once more. The anticipation of our reunion brings visions of jubilant tail wags, playful dances, and exuberant panting. No doubt, Mackie will show signs of excitement too 🙂

Rest in peace, dear Mackie

To Liza

We had a beautiful get together at The Botanica yesterday. So many memories to share and everyone was very loving and supportive. Shushann brought beautiful Anush who I have a special connection with and she settled at my feet the whole time, as if she knew I needed solace.  It was all so bitter sweet.  I kept looking at Mackie's chair, where he used to snuggle into his blanket and pervade the scene, and it was empty.  The staff at The Botanica were so crestfallen to hear about Mack. And Steve and Vula, too, who run the Waverton Grocer. For such a little thing, Mack featured so large in Waverton. His loss is  being felt by all the people who knew him and loved him.

The most support I'm getting is from people who've also lost doggie soul mates. Jane, who was there yesterday, lost 17 year old Harry last year. And Heather in South Africa lost 21 year old Sally a while ago too. They both spoke about the crushing emptiness and loss that they felt and still feel from time to time, enough still to bring them to tears.

I've been doing a lot of walking in Waverton as it helps to process and settle the grief. Every path I take is pervaded by the memory of Mack sniffing shrubs and cocking his leg every 10 metres or so. I've had some really strong cries on the walks, and it feels good to do it.

From Liza

• I can recall every photo you forwarded of Mack at Botanica, and it was very, very clear he loved beyond measure being there, being with you there, and being with you and Chris there. It was always so truly delightful to experience Mack's enjoyment of sniffing, caressing plants, marking his spots etc.
• I genuinely hope you do really well in processing your grief, and recalling happy times Graeme. Mack loved you very, very much and for sure loved his home with you; I adored every photo of him on HIS balcony when he was a heat seeking doggie. I'm not able to recall any thing much just now but, for me, there won't be a doggie companion, as special, ever. Mack is, was, remarkable in so many ways. I feel proud of him, and of my contribution to his life Graeme. Meeting him with Mum on my birthday was an amazing thing, and there has not been a day I have not loved Mackee since. 
• For Jasper and I there was not a day we didn't look forward to Mack's arrival.  I loved his enjoyment, as an old fella, of night walks, his sniffing the ground and air; for month's now that was early mornings and as soon as the sun set. 

From Chris

So, So Beautiful Graeme. Now that is friendship. That is love. And you shared him with us all. You had a little engine of joy there.  He is a fond memory in many peoples minds, but I somehow imagine that in the big scheme of things when little Mackee was choosing which  human, he chose you and he was a winner.

Dear Liza. Our precious little friend has gone, but what a friend he had in you. I must say I have never seen such a beautiful connection between a dog and a human than between dear little Mackee and you.  You made him feel so special. Thank you for sharing him with me for some enjoyable times. I will miss him too. Take care. Wishing you all the best. 

From Ally

Hey G, was just calling to say how sorry I was to hear about Mack. What a lovely tribute to him - totally had me in tears!! He was one of the most special little souls and he will live in our memory and hearts forever. I am so glad you got to spend so much time with him.  I truly hope you are okay.  Sending you a special hug and love 💙

From Shushann

Ohh dear Graeme just read your beautiful piece on Mack. It has brought floods of tears. Sending you blessings and love over this heartbreaking but unavoidable letting go of our beloved fur babies. Until you meet again. Somewhere over the rainbow🙏🏽🧡🌈

Oh my goodness the photos were stunning. They could be a book in themselves. They tell many wonderful stories.

From Yogi

Sorry to hear your sad news. Mackie Boy was an exceptional dog - what great mates you were!  He gave you so much joy, & vice versa. He lives on, forever young, in your blog. 

From Srini

This message was sent by Srini from a mountain hike shortly after Mack passed away. Amazingly, he had no knowledge that Mack had gone. It was one of those beautiful synchronicities and deeply comforted me.

Richard

Shirley

Facebook condolences

Tribute video for Shushann

Shushann is a very dear friend. I created this slideshow to celebrate her birthday and our friendship.

Mike's 85th birthday

Jo created this beautiful video for Mike.

A birthday tribute to Elna celebrating her 50th

In celebration of a beautiful friendship that I really cherish.

Teacher tributes

It feels sad knowing some of your teachers have passed away, especially ones you were close to.  It reminds you of your own mortality and the fact you're now significantly older than many of them were when they taught you!  

I saw tributes on The Old Georgian Union website for the following teachers.

Shirley Allan (Sub B teacher)

• Shirley Allan, passed away on 25 August 2015 in the UK. Shirley taught in the Prep School at St George’s for 24 years from 1974 - 1998. Over the years she set a firm foundation for many Georgians.

Brian Snaddon (Std 7 teacher)

• Brian Snaddon (Staff member 1985 - 1990) passed away 25th Aug 2011 in Cape Town.

Joan Suttle (English teacher, senior school)

• Joan Suttle (Staff 1986 – 1990) passed away on Monday, 29 April 2019. Our sincere condolences to her far-flung family, from many who benefited from knowing her at St George's.
  
  On 30 April of Mrs Joan Suttle who with her husband, Ray, arrived from Zimbabwe to teach at St George's towards the end of 1986. Ray taught Latin here for many years before moving first to Herschel then to Bishops to teach that subject.
  
  During her time at SGGS, Mrs Suttle - known to the pupils as M'am - taught English to Matric candidates. She always demanded the very highest standards of speech, expression and courtesy; her excellent work was reflected in our great success in public-speaking, debating and the annual Eisteddfod, and many will remember her production of 'Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat' and her fortnightly sessions of public speaking in the Hall.
  
  In December 1990, after teaching here for nearly six years, she left to concentrate on her estate agency work, but continued to live at St George's while her husband taught Latin here; he also ran the cricket, the rugby and the squash."

Other teachers I know have passed

• Geoff Burton, Std 8 teacher  (from cancer)
• Ray Suttle
• Jenny Mallet, Std 2 teacher  (in the 1990's after diving)

Sue's funeral

It was a beautiful service which Sue would have loved.  What a pity one doesn't get to attend one's own funeral!  I was responsible for the slide show and it was a great way to reminisce and process my emotions. So many wonderful memories of a very special friendship.



Photo tribute to Sue

Funeral service

Funeral leaflet

Click on it to enlarge

Hi Graeme,

Many congratulations and many thanks for the outstanding job you did for Susan's service.

As you are aware, I sent it out to all those members who were active when Susan was in the club,
as most of the current newer members would not have known her.

I have received so many messages saying how fabulous the videos were, and asking me to say
a big thank you to you for all the work you put into it.

I know that you and she were very close, so it must have been very sad, and yet a labour of love to put it all together.

Graeme you were a wonderful friend and companion to her. She always spoke very highly of you, and the warm relationship that you both enjoyed.

I know that you will miss more that most others.

Once again, many thanks and congratulations for being there for her, and for the fabulous tribute you made.

Yours sincerely,

Hans

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Dear Isla

That was such a beautiful celebration today of Sue and her life.  As someone said afterwards "That was the happiest funeral I've ever been to."  Sue would have loved it if she had been there.  Maybe she was, who knows.

Thank you so much for all you did. You guided it all so beautifully and all you said was so profound - it moved me deeply and opened my eyes to new ways of perceiving death. Death really is such a beautiful paradox as you say. Joy and tears. Exquisite, especially when its the death of someone who lived so fully and loved so many.

Your warmth and love and light were so evident today.  Your presence is such a blessing to so many lives.  Thank you for all you do.

G  xxx

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Graeme,

I really appreciated your words of thanks following Sue’s funeral. So thoughtful and carefully written.

I am really terrible at promotion/marketing but I am listed on the Funeral Celebrants Association of Australia website with no accompanying info apart from my contact details. I think I would like to put your words next to my profile as a “testimonial”. Just using Sue’s first name and your first name. Would that be ok with you?

Regards

Isla

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Hi Graeme,

I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated getting to “see” Sue’s Memorial Service.  The video made me feel as tho I’d almost been there.  It was a lovely service and your slide show was a wonderful collage of Sue’s very colourful life.

As Sue would have said “thanks muchly” for the time and effort you put into everything and especially creating the website so It could be seen for those who sadly couldn’t be there.

The whole effort was a real credit to you.

Fond regards
Wendy

Mum's 70th birthday

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Dear mum

Happy birthday!  Happy 70 years young.

I feel so blessed to have you as my mum.  You have always been such a vital force in my life. Always there to talk to. Always ready to listen. Always ready to encourage. And always there to support us and love us no matter what.  

You've inspired me in so many ways ...
- your extraordinary, amazing, incredible  generosity of spirit
- your readiness to help anyone in need
- your warm heartedness and natural friendliness
- your resilience in the tough times
- the way you value and nurture your friendships
- your common sense
- your delicious cooking
- your being the most adoring, doting Granny in the world
- your readiness to learn new computer tricks
- your enthusiasm for all you get involved in
- and so much more

What a journey life is - a winding path of ups and downs; joys, adventures and challenges.  Thank you for the vital role you've played on my journey; for starting me on it, for teaching me to walk and run and climb, for encouraging and helping me on the uphills, for contributing to the joys and sharing in the wonders along the way.  Thank you for being the best mum I could ever ask for.  Thank you for being You.

Love
G

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Dear mum

There is no way I can really capture everything that has happened in your 70 years in one book but I hope that this gift gives you a small taste of all that you have achieved and experienced.  I have loved making it and reliving some of my favourite childhood memories.

We are all truly blessed to have you in our lives.  You have always been there to support me, both physically and emotionally -  in person and over the phone and, of course, via Whats App!  You are always ready to drop anything to come to the rescue if there is a crisis.

The first thing that stands out for me is your amazing baking - there was always a batch of crunchies at the ready when we got home from school (and recently your winning choc chip cookies) - and the way you always got involved with my school fetes.

I still remember those amazing teddies in a bed you used to make and the incredible dolls clothes you sewed for me.  That suitcase of dolly clothes is still one of my best presents ever received.

It has to be said that the parties you threw for G and I were the best.  Everyone with their own glitter crown and party box with their names on.  Let’s not forget my magical butterfly cakes that I asked you to make year after year.

Thank you for the incredible newsy letters that kept me going throughout my overseas trips and for all the special holidays you have taken us on.

Thank you for loving my children and being such a softie and spoiling them. I love that you are the best mother-in-law to Antony and an incredible friend to Liz, Wendy, Judy, and Barbara to name a few.

I am so proud that you are always pitching in and getting involved whether it be on the Woodsider Magazine, bar duty, project Daphne or making soup for whoever needs it in your neighbourhood.

I am so glad that you got to find happiness a second time after dad died.  You had inner strength that was inspirational to all of us.

I wish you all the health, happiness, love, laughter, sunshine and roses for the next chapter of your life.  Know that you are loved very much and you mean the world to us.

With all my love
Jo

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Letter from Sam and Matt

Mack with Liza's mum

Liza's mum, Helle, has just passed away after a long battle with cancer.  She has been a huge part of Mack's life.  She was even with Liza in 2010 when she met Mack for the first time as he tried to run across the highway  

Liza took him to the hospital just the day before Helle passed.  As Liza said in her email to announce her mum's passing away ...

MACK was with me at the hospital yesterday; I held him up and Mum said "Hello Beautiful"... lovely it was.

Reading that really made me cry!!  Mack has blessed all our lives so much.  It's special beyond words that he could be there.

A beautiful tribute from Jo. Oh how it made me cry!

5 February 2015

I can't believe dad passed away 20 years ago today.  I still miss and think about him often.  I would love to see what he would look like today if he was still around.  Would his tummy be rounder, the beard whiter, would the glasses be more trendy and would the video camera still get brought out at Christmas time?  I wonder how many more trains would have been lovingly crafted and what new countries and cities explored! 

I will always remember dad in his hip shirts (he brought in the fashion long before Mandela!), his gentle nature, love of classical music and how he would sometime laugh so much at his own jokes that he would start to cough.  I think I get my love of pruning the garden from dad (I wish I had his chainsaw) and I think back fondly of his love of body surfing at Muizenberg and sleeping on the balcony under the stars. 

Dad, I know your grandchildren would adore you and I wish you were around to take Matthew fishing, show him how to check the water level on the car battery and how all your machines and trains worked.  I loved visiting you in your workshop and always had to tread lightly so not to stand on any metal filings.  I remember reading my Afrikaans books to you for homework and always telling you I only had 3 pages to read out loud and not the actual 8.  (You never checked!).  I loved how you always had a white packet with syringes from work on your top shelf that Graeme and I could have to fill with water and squirt each other.  (We didn't get too wet with 5ml syringe and we loved it when you had the 20ml ones!)

I loved holding your hand as we walked to your red beetle parked under the bridge from your work in Rondebosch, you wearing your white medical shirt and me feeling so proud that you were my dad. 

So dad, thanks for the memories.  It may be 20 years, but you will always be loved and never forgotten.

xxxxxx

Tribute to Henk

Henk, Antony's dad, passed away over the weekend. He was a very special man who treasured his family above all else. I didn't know him well but I remember him most for warmth and friendliness and smile. Below is a beautiful tribute that Jo has written, to be read out at his memorial service.

Jo's tribute to Henk

Today is a very sad day!  Although we have been expecting this day to come for a while, Henk finally passed away this morning.  He was such a gentle, brave man who fought Alzheimer's for many years.  Even when it was so hard for him to string a whole sentence together, he always would come out with the funniest one liners and make us laugh.

Henk was a true gentleman.  I never heard him say a bad word about anyone.  He was a great hugger and when we went to visit, he always gave you a tight squeeze and made you feel like he was the happiest man in the world to see you.

Henk loved old cars, planes, books and movies about world wars (uncanny how he died on the 70th anniversary of D-Day).  He loved travelling the world and around South Africa in his Sanjong  Musso.  He loved water and swimming and it brought out the fun and youthful side in him.  He would always be the first to jump in the pool and it was always done in style with a 10/10 forward flip.  When he arrived in Plett after the long drive over, he would say to the family "Lets go and wash the Free State dust off".

He loved grapetizer and always ordered the fish on the menu at a restaurant. I remember his love of icecream - but real vanilla, not the sorbet stuff!  Even better if it was smothered in chocolate sauce.  

Henk loved music and especially the song "when I grow to old to dream".  It was a common sight to see him sweep Sheila into a dance in the middle of the lounge.  He would put Jessica onto his lap and while Antony played the organ, Henk would take Jessie's hands and pretend to play the piano with her and then waltz her around the room.

Henk always had a whistle or a hum going and loved to show the kids how to draw aeroplanes or ships.  We were all impressed with his skill.

He loved the outdoors and hiking and nature.  He would take his stick and go up the Contour Path on a regular basis.  I first knew him in his Camps Bay house, and he loved the beach and to go walking along the Sea Point promenade . 

When we asked him how he was when we saw him, his first response was always 'first class' or "A1" Even when he was sick, when he saw Ants or Matt, he would say "hi Buster" or hi "Sonny Boy".

 But the thing that was the most important to him was his family and especially his wife Sheila.  I have never met a couple who doted on each other so much and never left each others sides.  They did everything together and even shared that teeny tiny bed right up to the end.  They shared a love that was so strong and so deep and if any of us can have what they did, we would be truly blessed.

Henk adored his grandchildren.  He loved walking Sam and Matt to the waterfall near to their Camps Bay house and skimming stones into the water.  My kids loved sleep overs at their house and they never left there without getting a chocolate.  I love how after a family meal, Sheila washed and Henk dried and how his garage was so impeccably neat and organized.  If there was any tool you needed, Henk had it.

He was so generous and loved taking the family out for Sunday meals.  In the early days, we would head out and explore different wine farms in the Stellenbosch and Franschoek area.

He was a keen member of the Crank Handle Club and after a Sunday drive with the club, he and Sheila would pop by to Constantia and visit us in his beautifully restored car.  It was a privilege to have him drive the car at my wedding.  Grandpa Tony was the proudest man to be sitting next to me in it but I secretly think he just loved being seen in Henks Bentley.  He kept waving at passers by!  Henk was always punctual and I think I was the only bride who was actually early to her own wedding!

Henk was a man who loved tea as much as I do and it was even better if it slipped down with a marie biscuit!  I remember many afternoons, having a cuppa tea at their Camps Bay house, looking out of the window at their gorgeous view while Henk sat on his favourite chair.

Henk, even though you suffered from Alzheimer's for many years and acutely for the last 3, you never forgot your family.  You knew who everyone was and with a family our size, that is truly remarkable!  

Your legacy will live on in your children and of course, your amazing and talented 8 grandchildren.  You were an inspiration and a true gentleman and your love will never be forgotten..........

Joanne xx

Sam's tribute

I'd like to start off by thanking everyone here for coming and for all the support you have given towards my family during this tough time.

I'm sure most of you had the privilege of meeting my truly amazing grandpa but I'd like to describe and say what I  remember most about him.

1. Adventurous - for all the seas he had sailed, mountains he had conquered and lands he had explored, my grandpa was never a man who would have nothing to do. He would always be hiking, walking or taking my cousins and I to the waterfall near their Campsbay house to skim stones.

2. Artistic - when I was in grade 5 and visited him in hospital, all he wanted was a piece of paper to draw on. I was star struck by his neat, realistic sketches of buildings, ships, aero planes and cartoon characters. I'd ask him to draw me a pirate-ship in my grade 2 school book whenever he came to my school for grandparents day. I would then go around bragging to everyone that my grandpa was the best drawer in the world! Unfortunately I did not inherit his drawing skills.

3. Loving - the one thing my grandpa loved more than life itself, was his family. From his greetings of "hi buster" and "hello there sonny boy", our visits with him were never a disappointment. The stories he read us (almost always about some sort of moving vehicle) to his long stories about The War, he always had something interesting to say. And even though I hated saying goodbye, it is one of my most treasured memories. He would stand with my granny in their drive way waving to us in the car and my brother and I would look out the back window until we couldn't see them anymore.

4. Inspirational - the way my grandpa lived his life to the fullest is something I can only dream of accomplishing. He was one of the kindest people I've met, a true gentleman, and the love he gave and received was priceless.

So grandpa, we will miss you, but this is not goodbye. For you will always live in our hearts, our memories and all things beautiful.

At the funeral

Nelson Mandela (1918 - 2013)

Nelson Mandela passed away today. He is one of my greatest role models. I will always remember him with an immense amount of love.

As a South African, here are some reasons why I love and admire him so much:

• Despite spending 27 years in prison, he emerged without bitterness, embodying forgiveness and reconciliation.
• His innate joyfulness and immense charisma.
• The way he fought tirelessly to dismantle apartheid and ensure equality for all South Africans.
• The way he led South Africa through a peaceful transition to democracy.
• The way his commitment to non-violence and unity inspired a divided nation to come together.
• The fact he gave South Africans the courage to dream of a better, united future.
• His belief in education as a powerful tool for change inspired countless initiatives to empower young South Africans.
• Despite his fame, he remained humble and grounded, always putting others before himself.
  
  

Some favourite quotes

• After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.  
• For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.  
• Forget the past.
• Courageous people do not fear forgiving, for the sake of peace.
• You will achieve more in this world through acts of mercy than you will through acts of retribution.
• As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison.
• Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.  
• I was not a messiah, but an ordinary man who had become a leader because of extraordinary circumstances.
• I stand here before you not as a prophet, but as a humble servant of you, the people.
• I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
• I am not an optimist, but a great believer of hope.
• No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. Nelson Mandela
• We owe our children – the most vulnerable citizens in any society – a life free from violence and fear.
• What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.
• Action without vision is only passing time, vision without action is merely day dreaming, but vision with action can change the world.
• Your playing small does not serve the world.
• And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.  
• There are few misfortunes in this world that you cannot turn into a personal trimuph if you have the iron will and the neccessary skill.
• Lead from the back - and let others believe they are in front.
• It is wise to persuade people to do things and make them think it was their own idea.
• Nelson Mandela quotes on Wisdom Trove