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The Most Important Moment

Originally posted on Rolbos ©:

Servaas asked the question simply because  the silence bothered him. Here they all are, glasses in hand , in front of the counter and next to the fire – and nobody has anything to say. Truth be told: the drought has already been discussed, and Kleinpiet’s marriage isn’t news any more. There’s nothing new in Sammie’s Shop. Rolbos, Servaas has had to accept, has nothing o discuss.

That’s why he asked the question. For a few seconds, the silence endured.

“The moment that changed my life?” Vetfaan scratches his head. “There were a few, I suppose. I kissed a girl in Standard seven. Then I got my driver’s license, called up to the army and received my first Communion all in the same month. And then, in the army [i]….” No, he can’t tell those stories again.

“I remember the moment clearly,” Gertruida comes to his rescue. “It’s the…

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Moments of our life together

Originally posted on And Now for Something Completely Different:

The Goodbye

It was time.  I walked in, your wife, your best friend, your lover.  You had been cleaned up, tubes removed, hair combed, fresh gown.  I was able to hold you and kiss you, to say goodbye.  To ask your forgiveness for letting you go.  To tell you how much I loved you and always would.  To tell you about everything good and wonderful we had together, and to talk of all we had done, and what we had meant to each other.  I did all the talking; I don’t know if you were aware of my voice or were able to hear what I said, or even know I was there and feel my arms around you and be aware of my presence.  Were you present or were you already gone to whatever next plane of existence does, or does not, exist?  An hour went by, the longest…

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The War on Christmas

Originally posted on My Not So Humble Opinion:

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the next person who mentions Christmas before I taste turkey gets a kick in the jingle bells. It’s not that I’m a Grinch (although my sister, the Christmas Elf, will gladly tell you otherwise). It’s just that my ability to enjoy the Christmas season is inversely proportional to my level of exposure to it. Don’t get me wrong; we have our holiday traditions, and I love them all. The music, the food, the decorations; most of all I will never forget the look on my sister’s face the year I finally slipped the lump of coal into her stocking for a change. But I digress. The point is that these moments are beautiful because they are rare, they are fleeting, and thereby they are magical.

I remember when I was a kid (and I have never felt older than when I…

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