Last night at about this time I spoke to a dear and old friend. he talked about his terrible pain, a pain that doctors could not diagnose. He spoke of how doctors lost interest if their solution failed. He told of the anti-depressants he was on. My last words to him were, "Ek hoop jou pyn gee jou rus vanaand." "I hope your pain gives you respite tonight." This morning my son called. Krikkie Kruger a dear and long-time friend had died of a massive heart attack. He was only 51 years old.
" And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs" (Frost)
Today I mourned, in tears and memories. Death is always always too soon.
