Home Again
I have always referred to my parent’s house as “home”, even though it is not the house in which I grew up. Having both parents… Read More »Home Again
Dying
Another Monday
And then there is another Monday, now back at home. The swimming pool is green, the vegetable garden is covered in weeds, and the desk… Read More »Another Monday
The End
Somehow I am not ready to tackle life. There is a mountain of emails to be answered, two weeks of backlog on work and the… Read More »The End
Starry Pants
And then, suddenly, Monday comes to crash the sacred silence. The housekeeper arrives early. Laundry. Vacuum. Dishes. The hospital bed is removed and my Father’s… Read More »Starry Pants
Until Death Do Us Part
My Mother is living with mild cognitive impairment, with memory loss being the only real symptom. Well, so we thought until my Dad had his… Read More »Until Death Do Us Part
Transition
As we turned my Father during the night, every two hours like good nurses should, my sister and I both encouraged him to let go.… Read More »Transition
Day 7
Artie Shaw, Glenn Miller, Billy Butterfield, Ray Connif. I tuck the iPad under his pillow, as much for his pleasure as for masking the sound… Read More »Day 7
Day 6 – Home
I woke up early from the little birds pecking the side mirror of my car outside my window. Another grey and misty morning in Mosselbay.… Read More »Day 6 – Home
Day 5
His hands are turning blue. I want to cut his fingernails, but he is very peaceful this morning and I know how he hates being… Read More »Day 5
Weerloosheid
Leestekens: FOK die weerloosheid! Fok, die weerloosheid. Fok dié weerloosheid. Fok die. Weerloosheid. Die suurstofbotteltjie gorrel soos die pompie van ‘n akwarium in iemand se… Read More »Weerloosheid