Ons loop nou al vir die afgelope dekade saam met kanker in ons gesin. Ons daal soms baie laag. Ander kere rys ons baie hoog. Maar deurlopend is dit die God van Lewe wat konstant ons Reisgenoot is – om ons op te tel, moed te gee, te troos, en te herinner dat die lewe nie net gaan oor dié lewe nie. Hier is ‘n bietjie van ons storie.
I was sitting next to my dad’s hospital bed. The lights were dimmed, curtains slightly drawn. The scent of sanitiser intermingled with hospital food aromas filled the air. Such a clinical setting. Not the ideal scene for my last memories of my dad. Death knocking on the door He never wanted to spend his last…
“Demons watch you through the ink of your tattoos”, my daughter’s friend told her a few weeks ago, “when you have tattoos you give them a door into your life. My grandfather told me so”. My daughter was discussing some contemporary matters of the day during a youth group meeting, and she came to chat…