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A year ago today...who knew that 2020 would be a shitshow. So much heartbreak ....but the hope of a better tomorrow endures. A thread on MY year...
Cousin, Lerato died of lymphoma in March. She took with her childhood secrets of crushes & love letters, whose authorship was denied when moms found out. In our teens, she had crush on 2 guys, both named Frans 
. She laughed at me when MY crush, Dickson 
rejected me #My2020
. She laughed at me when MY crush, Dickson rejected me #My2020
Then my husband's cousin Somi, on the far left, followed in April. Covid death nr 27. First person in South Africa to succumb to Covid without any pre-existing conditions. We love him. We miss him. #My2020
As I write this, we have just learnt of another Covid 19 death in the family. It's surreal. This thread IS about loss and gains, pain and joy...hope...more hope and love! So let's continue...
And then doctor colleagues of my husband, succumbed to Covid 19. Between June and August, the phones didn't stop ringing. Each call, breaking our hearts. They were mothers and fathers, daughters and sons. I cannot post all their names & photos. But we remember & thank them
August, the man who opened the radio door for me, the one & only, Bob Mabena, died. It was a huge shock. Here I have my back to him. I've no idea what @KGMoeketsi is doing. Probably challenging Bob on something! Those two! Those were great times at @kayafm95dot9: 1999 #My2020
! Those were great times at @kayafm95dot9: 1999 #My2020
I have not mentioned half the losses. October 28th, I lost a very precious person to me. My friend & confidante, Father T. Every day I still can't believe it. It was comforting to pack up his belongings. Symbols of his priesthood & prowess on the road, are a treasure #My2020
This one cut so deep. I'm still breathing through it...replaying special moments and words of wisdom as we ran up and down Johannesburg streets. Every run, every street, every corner, every morning, I see you, turning back to fetch me. Your death REALLY hurt Father T.
Father T's famous one-liners. At Comrades, fellow runner, Leanne, left her chip at home..compulsory for tracking & results. Frustrated, she asks "Father T, why didn't God remind me to pack my chip?" Father T pauses then "Leanne, God gave you a brain, you should have used it."
But was 2020 only about tears and strife? No. There were great moments. Love revealed itself over and over again. Friends. Family. All coming virtually with their intense love and presence. Children continued to thrill and heal the heart.
Homeschooling was a huge challenge. Not made any easier by Khumo declaring that "I don't want to talk to my teacher anymore. I don't want the faces on the computer." She basically dropped out of school and just did this
Special family activities cemented strong bonds and reminded us yet again, what this was all about. We loved and held each other. We sent love and goodwill to ALL OF YOU, hoping that the meaning of life is not diluted by pain and loss.
A record number of books was read. Puzzles solved, brains sharpened. It was beautiful to watch and was balm to the soul.
Then more deaths, more heartache, more divisive politics, more corruption, more cynicism. Yet, we mark the significance of our lives by all the chaos: the good, the bad, the bitter and the sweet. Here is wishing you love, peace and self-mastery. And a MUCH better 2021. Blessings
Parting shot...(they gave me permission)....I'd NEVER....NEVER have made it through this year, without Matukiso and Francinah. Thank you..my two rocks and pillars
