My subject,today, is death.
And a lesson to be learned from small kids.
Mex’s elder son and his daughter are in Cape Town.
They flew down to join his wife for a short break.
She was down here for business.
However,she got a call on Thursday, to say her stepdad was very ill so she had to fly out before they even arrived.
Her Dad passed away in the early hours of this morning.
The daughter is seven years old.
Mex’s son broke the news to her this morning.
She burst into tears saying ” but that grandpa is the one who gives me sweets”
This little lady knows her priorities.
After a while she said “now I only have one grandpa”
We went through to have coffee with them at nine this morning.
She greeted Mex with a huge hug.
She is hedging her bets.
She also gave me a big hug.
It was the first time she had met me.
Maybe I am just huggable.
Anyway, my point is this.
She was running around playing and laughing.
Her grief period was short and sweet.
Why can’t we all be like that?
Mex is going to have to step up his act.
He is uncomfortable around young kids.
Never knows what to say to them.
I am going to have to train him to buy her little treats.
Obviously, that is what grandparents are all about.
My stepson is staying with friends.
Down the road from a famous Cape Town watering hole.
What a beautiful old house.
I fell in love with it.
The photo is taken from their deck.
And you all know how I love the mountains.
I was intrigued with their staircase.
I went down it.
Because I am a nosey cow.
You can’t get drunk and disorderly in that house.
I went up and down like a crab.
High on something.
In other news my beloved grandson came and cut my grass for me.
In return I cut his hair for him.
One good turn deserves another.
However, he would only let me cut the back.
He didn’t trust me to cut the front or his fringe.
Said he would do that himself.
It should be interesting.
No other news so I will gird my loins and start supper.
Cindy…where are you when I need you?