Reflections, Resolutions and Reality
And so, we have come to the end of yet another year. For me, 40 winters have come and gone, of which 17 I shared with a wonderful man. But this time of the year, I often reflect on the 23 winters I have shared with my birth family. The days between Christmas and New Year were always spent at my maternal grandparents' home on 12th Avenue, Edenvale. My grandmother was the eldest of 12 children, and the house and garden were filled with people of all ages. Aunts, uncles, cousins - we all celebrated together. Ouma Non, as she was fondly known, must have been the glue that kept the family together because everything changed when she passed away 12 winters ago. But today, I do not wish to write about change. I want to share beautiful memories. Memories which make my life worth living. I remember colouring with my aunt. She was only 14 years old when I was born, and I treasure countless afternoons of colouring with her. She taught me how to colour between the lines. I remember a p