Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
my grand father would have been 85 years old today.
he had such a celebrated and full life with three beautiful children , who grew up to be my dad and two aunts. when i see my dad i see my grand father's spirit in him, focused, yet emotional, balanced yet stern. i am privileged enough to be the only grand child who could remember this remarkable strong surgeon, with his thick brown glasses and white moustache that was always covered in Turkish delight.. he was a well respected man in the community of Rustenburg and even the mayor at one stage.
he would be so proud of his three children and his wife for being the back bone since his death. at her age she still makes you listen with a look. it has almost been ten years since his death and some days i wonder if he was still here what would he have said about an African safari, a car accident or another grandchild..or what he would have said about a divorce, pain and heartache. if it wasn't for this man i would not have the loving father and friend that i have today nor two remarkable doctors that i would gladly put my trust in and drink with any day..
your red chair and your magic that you gave us will always be remembered.today will always be your day.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
~T.S. Eliot
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