Some things are just too heartbreaking to write about.
But in it’s own way writing can be healing.
He’s every where now…pun unintended.
On the TV.
Even as I type this in the taxi back to town from Randburg, the driver is opting to play some Phil Collins (that “one more night” song) as opposed to hearing struggle songs or radio DJs asking people, the nation, to share their thoughts on his passing.
It was an eventuality what hard to accept.
Such are the stages of moaning.
That’s one example of a man who didn’t die with his book still in him.
“Death is something inevitable.
When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace.
I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity.”