Mommy’s home!


Vicky dripping in pearls...
Vicky dripping in pearls…

It is now 10 days since my beautiful child’s body came to rest… I cannot believe it is already 10 days and on the other hand I am amazed that it is only 10days….

Vic came home today.  She was delivered in a little wooden box.  The plaque simply reads “VICKY BRUCE 31.8.1974 – 18.1.2013”

The boys walked in after archery and Jon-Daniel said “Mommy’s home!”

Tonight the boys went through Vic’s cupboards to make up memory boxes.  We laughed as we shared precious memories.  The boys were selective in what they chose.  Jared wanted one of Vic’s favourite Egypt T-shirts and Jon-Daniel her favourite track suit top… A lipstick and her driver’s licence; a brush each….

We opened her safe and in Vicky style everything was labeled and marked….

Her first pearls that she received as a little girl from my brother and his wife had a little note in the box…”Received from Johan and Henda when I was their bridesmaid.  I would like them to have it back.  I love you more than words.  Johan you were always my hero!    Henda you are amazing”

A note attached to two sets of earrings “For my boys from Mommy.  These were from you”

Pink and white pearls labeled – “Received from Mommy and Daddy.  Thank you for always loving me so much.  I give these back to you now.”

My heart is shattered.  I want to die.

18 thoughts on “Mommy’s home!

  1. We felt that way for a long time, Tersia. May our Heavenly Father help you through one moment at a time as He continues to do for us. Our love is with you.

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  2. I think the way you are handling Vic’s death, despite the devastation, is remarkably beautiful, and those amazing grandsons. And, yes, I would want to die too, dearest Tersia. Love Julie

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  3. Psalm 120:1 When I was in trouble, I called to the Lord and he answered me. I rise up from my bed and call you Wonderful beautiful, my Healer and my Lord, for you have done great things, you send your angels to watch over me you stand guard over me you stand guard over your children. There is not a hair lost on our head, that you do not know about. You watch the birds of the air and know of their quest for food. How much more are we for we are made in Your image. How you bring us to the table to eat ..Not only the food for our bodies but food for our spirits. How you draw us close sending teachers to teach and direct us in your word. You give us water to drink, living water that flows from above, you fill us to overlowing, at times your filling is so great we are unable to stand upon our feet, you know of my comings and goings and when I am feeling down you lift me up, you wipe away my sickness and you know of my every hurt. You know when death has struck about me And the tears flow. You gently take the hem of your garment and wipe away my tears. You take me in your arms and rock me until I rest in you. I will praise you in the morning sun and praise you in the evening. Let my dreams dream of you and my mouth praise you for worthy is the Lamb ..Worthy is The Lamb….

    God Bless you and your Grandsons Tersia…stay blessd and strong and God will comfort you

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  4. It must be extremely difficult for you as a family to go through this painful process – and i wish that there was something i could do to make your mourning process easier and less painful -however – this is the cycle of life – and at some stage we all have to go through the process, I pray that when my time comes – I will have someone like you to write such beautiful memories and stories about me too !!!! May The Lord grant you the strength to get through your process – and again – please remember that you are in our hearts and prayers every single day ! Love you lots my dear Tersia – I so wish that Vicky could read your blog – she would be so proud !

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  5. o die trane loop en ja dis seker die swaarste om deur haar goedjies te gaan. Dis so asof mens oortree. Yes my sweetie this is a must do thing, and surely very sad, but now you will start to organize your life in another way. Thinking of you a lot sterkte my nig.

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  6. as i was reading this i was thinking vic touching these things that meant so much to her. how she so lovingly let you all know how much she appreciated as much as she loved you. she is home and she is loving you all. hope you can feel the warmth and open arms i am sending your way.

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