My beautiful husband and child
- The most beautiful man in the world….
I have traveled to 50 odd countries. I have filled up quite a few passports. I am a seasoned traveler I suffer from airport rage. I hate the “hurry up and wait” part of travelling. I hate queues and I HATE sitting so close to other people!
I have spent more hours that I care to remember sitting at airports. I love watching families reunite, lovers melting into one another’s arms, fragile old people being wheeled out in wheelchairs to meet their loved ones. I recognize the detached “I am on a business trip” air that the professional travelers have surrounding them.
I have spent a lot of time waiting to be collected, or for coaches, buses and trains. I have seen thousands of loved ones being met with “Welcome” balloons and bouquets of flowers. I do not have a romantic bone in my body. I am quite a serious person who loves deeply without conditions or expectations. I have never been met with flowers or balloons only my name on a hotel ID Board.
This morning when I disembarked the aircraft it was a glorious sunshine day in South Africa. I was one of the first off the aircraft and went through passport control within minutes. I could not believe my luck when I got to the carousal and my luggage was already there! Customs was a breeze. I walked out of Terminal A and no Danie…. I knew he was minutes away from the airport when we landed because I phoned him to tell him I had landed…. He was minutes away from the airport….
I phoned him and there was no reply…. I phoned him three more times and still no reply. I shut my mind down. I did not want to think what could have happened in the 30 minutes since I had last spoken to him. I phoned him again and left a message…. I kept glancing around. A couple of taxi drivers started offering their services.
Then I saw him. My beautiful, handsome husband carrying this huge, beautiful bouquet of flowers! My unromantic heart was touched by this beautiful gesture. It was great feeling his arms around him and hearing him say “I really missed you”.
Vic is looking great. Her pain control is optimal! She is enjoying the pain free time she has been given by Hospice. I missed her so much! I am at peace being home.
Despite the fearful trauma and pain of Vic’s journey we are happy as a family! I cannot imagine going through this painful journey without Danie and his beautiful, wonderful children and our grandchildren. We are a family of love.
Life is good. Life is great.