An African story
Ash and memories` is what i have at the end. Your gift to me. As I return you I hold you close, always.
When you saw my sorrow you came. Despite the mountains and oceans between us we had found each other. (Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa.)
I watched you stand on top of the world unafraid & uncut by life’s vicissitudes and knew I had found my golden lining. This is your greatest gift to me, brother. (Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa.)
A break in the clouds rewards us with golden lings after a spel of melancholy. Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa.)
Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa
On the road to the top of the world I listened once more to a quiet voice talk about adventures, dreams and life. As I listen Kipling’s words shimmer as a new knowledge grows. (Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa.)
His room is now a beautiful shrine to our mother’s sorrow. A bible on the vanity, a gaggle of friendly teddy bears on his side table, his bed dressed in her hand stitched show-quilt and a lonely mamma bear cuddling her child seated between two quilted pillows. I doubt his room was ever this beautiful when he breathed in this space! Herman's living quarters, Danabaai WC South Africa.
His life was lived in pursuit of grand adventures and battles that brought him much joy. I never understood that part of his life. But, as I listen to the quiet voice explaining his latest adventure, I know it was a good life. (Herman's living quarters, Danabaai WC South Africa.)
You are a Man, my son! (Drive up the Swartber pass, Klein Karoo WC South Africa.)
Whilst the sun has set on his beautiful life our grief will linger as we seek to renew him through our memories and our love. (Rieghardt and I enjoying the sunset in Danabaai, WC South Africa.)
