Condolences for Philippa

My mother died 16th April 1992.

Here is a taste of the outpouring of heartwarming reaching out to my father from all over:

Cards from
George Lesley and Tamsyn Binedell
Eleanor Badger
Mary Thornton
Carl and Sue Turley
The Campher family
Paul and Pat Marsh
Fiona Gray and Montana Bosman
Juanita, Desiree, Kenneth (Hall) and Children
Dennis and Joy Rob
Kenny, Carolin, Samantha, Gregory, Jonathan and Caitlin Copeland
Syd and Inez (Spear)
Joyce and Bernard (Levy)
Brother Moolman and family
Marius and Sheraden
Sonja and Tanya
Bill and Barbara (Wrench)
Christine du Plessis
Gerry Clark and Ruth Shumway
Maurice and Arlene Bateman
Sister Amy (Swanepoel)
Joan (Gorrie)
Valery (Hollis that was)
Bill and Mollie Grobler and family
Vivienne Timoney (Earp-Jones)
Barbaba Theron
Topsy Moller
Anette and Neville van Rooyen and family
Bill, Lee, Graham, Paul and Kathryn Morrissey
Tony and Sherin Hollis
Nick Antoun and family
Sister Albertina van der Linden
Rob and Lynne Dickey and family
Mom (Cole-Edwards)
Dennis and Vi (Bray)
Mary Thornton
Trevor and Valda M'Crystal
Jim and Lillian Cerff and Pam
Sheena and Rian Basson and Jean Gray
Graham, Barbara and children (Hall)
Roux Renate and children
Blanche
Steve, Ronell and children (Wrench)
John, Brenda and Craig Holmes
Shorty Hugo
Gisela (Butcher)
Billy, Irene, Kurt, Heidi and Dieter Smook
Sister Elizabeth Balmer
Sheralynne, Duncan and Joseph MacMillen
Selina Mthimkulu
Maysie Dinnie

and letters from
Harold and Winnie Kendall
Yolande Lausade
Paul (Dymond)
Marion Braithwaite
Gisela Butcher
Blaine and Clarice Jenson
Muriel and Harry Greer
Isobel and Alan Salzwedel
Helen and George van Pletzen
Louis (Hefer)
Lesley and Donald Tenner and Austin Edgson
Tony and Sherin Hollis
Deryck and Ria Vice
Sister Mien (van Brandwijk)
Signe and James Thomson
Joan Watson and family
Valery and Alton (Doller)
Maysie (Dinnie)
Carl and Sue Turley
Hilda Aldredge
Sister Gillene Christensen

Telegrams from
Colin and Jenny Bricknell and family
Durban Stake Presidency and all the members

This peom from Deryck Vice

"Till We Meet Again"

As the faint dawn crept, upwards, grey, grey and dim,
He saw her move across the past to him -
Her eyes as they had looked in long-gone years,
Tender with live, and soft with thoughts of tears,
Her hands, outstretched as if in wonderment,
Nestled in his, and rested there, content.
"Dear wife, he whispered, "What glad dream is this?
I feel your clasp - your long remembered kiss
Touches my lips, as when you used to creep
Into my heart; and yet, this is not sleep -
Is it some vision, that with night will fly?"
"Nay, dear." she answered, "It is really I."
"Dear heart, it is you I know,
But I knew not the dead could meet us so -
Bodies as we are - see, how like we stand."
"Like," she replied "In form, and face, and hand."
Silent a while, he held her to his breast,
As if afraid to try the further test -
Then speaking quickly - "Must you go away?"
"Husband," she murmured, "Neither night nor day."
Close to her then she drew his head,
Trembling, "I do not understand" he said -
"I thought the Spirit World was far apart..."
"Nay" she replied, "It is not now, dear heart -
Quick - Hold fast my hand, lean on me... so...
Cling to me, dear, "tis but a step to go."
The white-faced watchers rose beside the bed -
"Shut out the day" they sighed - "Our friend is dead."

Anon

Thanks all those who reached out to my Dad in written and spoken words and actions.