Liewe Erwin

Liewe Erwin

Ek wens vir nog net een dag… nog net een uur, self een minute, waarin ek vir jou kan vertel hoe trots ek is om jou suster te wees. Hoe ek op gekyk het na jou en jou gesin, hoe julle in my oe met al die onperfeksies in die wêreld die “dream” representeer het. Julle was nooit volmaak maar het steeds volmaak aan my en almal rondom julle voorgekom, selfs deur die donkerste dae het julle gewerk om julle gesin heel te hou.

Ek wens ek kon jou vertel hoe ek gespog het tot ek n preteen tannie geword het en hoeveel dit vir my beteken het dat julle my met julle bondel liefde vertrou het, om haar doek om te ruil en so sukkel sukkel vir haar bottel te gee, nou is daai bondel vreugde n matriek meisie haar pa se oogappel en die familie se trots. Ek onthou die dag wat ek julle seun die eerste keer vas gehou het… ek het met hom in die gang af gestap en net daar het hy besluit om die mure groen te verf… hy is nou amper n man…

My hart breek vir hulle… want daar gaan geen walk down the isle wees nie,daar gaan geen eerste bier om die braaivleis vuur wees nie… My ou boet ek het jou lief gehad nie net omdat jy my broer was nie maar ook vir die mens wie jy was, die waardes wat jy by vol gehou het en vir die dapper manier wat jy deur hierdie stryd van jou gegaan het. Jy het tot op die laaste baklei en dit is hoe ek jou gaan onthou. Nie die mens wie se hand ek vanaand gevat het, jy was nie meer daar nie…

My asem het saam met joune in lyn geval en alhoewel my longe nie geratel het, het ek die pyn saam met jou gevoel… ek het dit bedoel toe ek jou vertel jy mag maar gaan, want Erwin al is jy nie meer in vlees met ons, lewe jy vir ewigheid in die harte van jou pa, jou ma, jou kinders, jou suster en jou broer.

Ek sal seker altyd wens vir nog net een dag maar ek sal altyd bly wees dat jy nie nog een enkele dag in daai pyn moes deur bring nie…

Ewig en in liefde jou kleinsus…

All good things end…

Life is a book… with pages for days and chapters for years. I have said this in many posts, life is a book. Its now time for this chapter to close…

 

I have enjoyed my time here on this blog; it has been a place for me to share a place for me to laugh and cry and at one time mostly a place to vent my frustrations at life and its unfairness. But I have come to realize I don’t want to continue in this way.

 

My name is Rochelle, I’m 26 going on 60 some days… life has knocked me down more times than I care to remember but life has blessed me in so many ways! I have a job I love though I work my ass of, I have a home that s filled with love and laughter…

 

My name is Rochelle, I’m a mother heart and soul… my son is the light in any room, he is the joy that tells me it’s all been worth it. My son is 3 years old and does what all 3 year olds do… drive us up the wall! He is happy, healthy (well mostly) he is expressive and being his mother I might be a bit biased but he is also extremely intelligent, talented, and handsome and I can go on and on…

 

My name is Rochelle, I’m divorced… and guess what… this no longer defines who I am. My life is going on… has been going on for a while now, I think that might be why this blog no longer appeals to me as it has in the past.

 

I will still blog, just not here on TristonJ, all the advice I have received will be kept close to my heart I will print out every post I have written comments and all… I will keep it save and one day when Triston asks questions I will take it out and help him to understand how I healed, the ups and downs of this part of my book… maybe it will help him as it helped me.

 

This blog will remain here for a few more weeks and then will be deleted from cyber space… I will let those who are interested know where I will be blogging from now on, if you want this info leave a message and I will email you the new address.

 

Thank you all for the support and love I have received from you, I hold you all in my heart and finely I can also say in my prayers…

It will never happen to me…

How often do we think “that will never happen to me”? We always here about a friend of a friend who’s old collage roommate had this or that happening to them but you hardly every really think about these thing happening to someone close to you or to yourself…

 A friend of mine who happens to be one of my closest friend’s fiancé joined one of his friends for his birthday at a local dance club on Wednesday… some of the guys there decided they don’t like the birthday boy and start shoving him around. So instead of heading into the fight he decides to leave… my friend following short on his heals…

My friend was found in the parking lot, unconscious with his face a bloody mess. They rushed him to hospital and called his fiancé at 3 in the morning, some one came to pick her up and brought her to the hospital to give his personal details as the doctors and nurses had been unable to wake him up.

He has a cracked scull and bleeding on the brain, his face has been hit into an unrecognizable pulp and he has been in a coma since they brought him in, hardly any response to outside stimulation… they also found that he had a date-rape drug in his system, most likely spiked into his drink.

The friend he was out with who allegedly left right before him has not been found, he did not get home that night and has not shown up for work since Wednesday… he is missing…we fear the worst…

Though in recent months I have done a lot of soul-searching and have found a shaky sort of fait I would like to ask of anybody who still drops in here from time to time to please spare a moment and send a thought or prayer out for my friend…

Colgate smile…

We moved offices on Friday and Saturday, now being the good little worker I am, we head off to the new office to direct the unloading of the truck… its not just me, we are six woman who volunteer for the task. The new office is right by the Dross in Centurion and this Dross has a tree… “Die boom” and while we wait for the truck we decide to go on lunch – company’s treat.

We sit and do what women do… check out the “single” male patrons of our dear little Dross. In walks a Greek god! Tanned a stunning golden brown, legs built for… well I’ll leave that for your imagination… sun kissed brown hair, twinkling brown eyes hinting at a naughty nature and the deep dimple in his left cheek that winked at us when he realized he was the object of conversation at our table.

So we oggel… what ells we are mostly young enough to know what a sex god looks like… and I make eye contact waiting for him to flash me his Colgate smile, and that’s just what he did, only one problem… NO FRONT TEETH!!!

Just goes to show you no one is perfect… 😆

PS blerrie WordPress lyk nou weeeeer anders, kan iemand my se hoe ek nou n pic moet add??? ek wens hulle wil nou ophou rondneuk met die damn ding!

Family fued…

I must have one of the most screwed up family setups I know!!

 

My eldest brother is dying… the doctors have given him 2 more months to live, and instead of this bringing the family closer its just pushing everyone further into their own little corners!

 

So here is the setup, my brother is the son of my father and his first wife, he was conceived in Holland and lived there till about his 14^th year. Long before he reached this age my father and stepmother got divorced and my dad moved to SA where he later also brought my brother and stepmother.

 

Now you might find it strange that I would call her my stepmother but that’s just part of my family twists… you see after moving to SA my father married and then soon there after divorced a hand model, rumor has it there was another wife between the model and my mother but I can neither confirm nor deny this. In any case my father then married my mother after they found out about my approaching appearance, and soon there after had my younger brother and naturally swiftly divorced.

 

Between all the marriages and alleged marriages there was my stepmother… and as life would have it soon after the divorce from my mother, my stepmother moved back in with my father, unfortunately they all did not live happily ever after, in fact after spending another 15 or so years together they moved into separate rooms and then eventually they split up for good… this being my family could only be done with lengthy court battles about who owes who what!

 

Now my ou boet is on his last legs and my mother having been a large part of his teenage life and now friends with my sister in law, gets regular updates on my boets progress or lack there of. The internet being a wonderful thing led my mother to, years ago, make contact with my father’s estranged brother in Australia, who has not seen nor heard from his brother since the Second World War when my father was still a little boy of 8.

 

So in steps dear old uncle and him and my mom hit it off right away, so she starts telling him about my brother and his failing health. Not knowing that my brother had specifically asked that the rest of the family in Holland not be told how badly he is doing, as he feels they have enough of their own to deal with… my aunts daughter also has cancer as well as her husband.

 

So my mother tells my uncle who intern tells my aunt who is just about the only member in my fathers family who still has contact with my father… she then gets mad because my father didn’t tell her himself how poorly his son was doing, not knowing it had been a request from my brother not to burden them further.

 

WTF is everybody’s problem… why not just live and let live!