A small truth
Today, hope does not cancel grief; it sits beside it. Notice that beauty still exists in tea, birdsong and kind texts. Hold that truth close.
Clara
In loving memory
Clara always made us laugh, she changed her name after the war in Zimbabwe to a more English sounding name, as she felt she would be more employable. Clara always felt that she was, in her words; “posh”. The one day the iron was broken and she came to my Mom and said, ( with her nose in the air) “ Madame, the iron, she is buggered.” This made us smile so much as she had no idea what she was actually saying.