Sunday, December 10, 2017

Moving ... again

Hi Bozo and Mum's blog readers; this is Ambrose with some news. I smell a rat that we are moving again. Mum has had many empty boxes in the shack (which we kitties have played in) and today she packed them all and carried them outside to the car.

So... I think we're moving again. 

Meanwhile, we sense Mum has a lot on her plate at the moment and are being good kitties in the meantime. 
 Skabenga the doggie is being a good boy as well! 
 Dad Ginger and I watch as Mum packs more boxes 
 Unca Shadow dozes peacefully 
Aunty Chappie rests on her blue rug 

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

My new world

Thank you everyone of my blogger and Facebook friends for the e-mails, messenger and Blogger comments commiserating with me on Grant's death. 

After the memorial service on Friday, our family traveled to where I'm living in one of Estelle and Steve's holiday units. The owner of the Cave Inn phoned me last week and offered the cave as accommodation for our younger son, Angus, his wife Amanda and their three children. 

We all congregated there to have a final cup of tea and get together. 

It was incredibly hot and I found two pairs of baggy swimshorts; one for my brother-in-law Lourie and one for my son, John. 

 Coffee and cake tastes good while you're cooling off!  
 The Hedges family with extended family of Amanda's parents, Lourie and Celia vd Merwe 

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Monday, December 4, 2017


Hello friends.

This is possibly the hardest blog post I have ever done and there is no way to say it other than straight out:

Grant, my husband of 45 plus years, school sweetheart and ultimate friend, passed away last Monday.

As you can all imagine it has been a hectic week and I didn't get to post here at all. Some of you saw the condolences on Facebook and sent me messages. Thank you.

We had a private burial on Thursday on our son, John and daughter-in-law, Debbie's farm. 

 Walking down the path to near the river where we lay Grant to rest 
 I was reminded of happier times when Skabenga and Eddie and I walked this path - often! 
 Grant would've been pleased that he was taken to his last resting place in a Toyota Landcruiser in a coffin made by his son, John, carried to the grave by his sons, wives and oldest granddaughter;  laid to rest in a grave dug by John, covered by his sons Angus and John and the older grandsons! 
Our older son, John and his oldest, Joshua; our younger son, Angus and his older son, Joel cover the grave while Bethany waits to place her wildflowers (picked along the path to the gravesite) on Granddad's grave
 The grandchildren sitting in the shade at Granddad's graveside 
 The littlest Hedges, Liam clutching a bunch of statice and waiting in his dad's arms to put it on Granddad's grave 
 Bethany smiles beautifully for Granny's camera! 

 On Friday we had a memorial service at a resort  nestled at the foot of the mountain peaks. Grant's brother, Charles piped the service in playing Amazing Grace
Some of the biker friends who drove up from Durban to attend the service. Here I am with them and my BIL, Charles

 The whole Valley community was most supportive. Estelle made the funeral sheets; Ann our communications person in the Valley sent her the photo of Grant at the Pink Bra Walk a little over a month ago. (I posted about it at the time)
 A lady from the Durban biker's association sent me the beautiful photo taken of Grant at a get-together we atteneded in the Free State mid-June this year. 

Rest in Peace my dearest, darling Grant