Walking up the hill in your absence
My dearest dad
You’ve been gone for about 36 hours now and we are all still getting used to your final, definitive physical absence.
This morning I walked the children to school.
The way back, as you know, presents a slight incline. I’m sure that clever engineering mind of yours would easily have been able to tell my less mathematical mind exactly what the gradient is.
All I can tell you is that walking back up that little hill to the house suddenly seemed like climbing a mountain.
But life goes on, doesn’t it? And we have to do the things that we have to do. Sometimes we just have to get on with it, while being as kind to ourselves and others as we can.
You and my mom taught me that.
So I stopped a few times en route and looked at the view of the nearby Melville koppie under a beautiful clear blue early-summer sky.
I felt the cool breeze on my skin and I even stopped to smell some lavender in a neighbour’s garden. I thought of you every step of the way.
For now, it is enough just to see your face in a patch of clear blue sky when I need to keep on moving forward.