I cannot believe that it's a week ago that these two lovelies were working in the area in the village (the live in Cape Town). We resumed what has long been a tradition. Except that A had to take over the braai duties.
Let me explain: whenever they are in the area, we break bread (and drink wine) - usually around our table. We've been doing it for more than 10 years and the last time they were here, and the three of us broke bread, is a day we all remember. We can't believe that's nearly a year ago.
Much has happened in the last 12 months and one of the blessings are the steadfast friendships like this one.
Selma, I shared a special bottle of wine that The Husband and I bought the last time the four of us were together, and which I remembered here.
Their visit gave me a reason to dust off some of the culinary cobwebs to prepare the basting for A's beautifully braaied a pork loin.
I actually baked a dessert. Properly.
This is (another) difficult time. Feelings come in waves. As do the memories - quite traumatic - of the last weeks of The Husband's life which was a living hell. Don't let anyone tell you that the mourning ends and that grief gets easier. Mourning continues - it never ends. Grief does not get easier. It just gets different.
We all missed The Husband's strong, quiet presence. I miss it all the time.
Until next time
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
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