I sense the arrival of the dawn through my closed, sleepy eyes because my bedroom is bathed in the light of the sunrise behind my curtains. I glance at the alarm clock that sits above Anton’s ashes next to his side of the bed. 05:53. It’s even earlier today but Thandi has been restless. My … More Rocky May
From the moment in February last year when I realised that something was wrong with Anton, until January, 11 months later as I sat by his bedside watching him die, I spent 12 months writing around the topic of his GBM. 12 months I skirted around my fear, not wanting to say the words [my … More Raw Brutal Honesty.
Anton du Plessis. I was reminded recently that the darkest days of winter are behind us, a date that coincides with my love taking his bicycle out for a final ride. I used this little metaphor when I shared the news, and I think maybe it will stay with me now: the space that he’s … More Tributes to an Honourable Man.
My dearest friend, It’s confession time: I appeared to have picked up an annoying habit of reading some WhatsApp messages- those kind from caring friends, checking in with us, and after realising that it’s important to spend time on a focussed response which is somethings that is not fluid at the moment, I subsequently decide … More Novembers Notes
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 