covered with his feathers

My dearest Gummor passed away last night, leaving behind a huge hole in all of our lives. I don't think words could express just how much I miss her. She has been an anchor in my life, a constant source of encouragement and love. I am so grateful for my Gummor.

In one of her last emails to our family, which she faithfully sent out every week since our immigration to Australia ten years ago, she mentioned that she was comforted to know that even in the difficulties and frustrations of life, that God had enfolded her in his feathers, where nothing or no one could possibly hurt her. I am comforted by that image and the knowledge that she is in his arms now. And my heart goes out to my very dear Guppa, who loved her so very much.

Their wedding on April 19, 1953.

Kia Ora. The house that Guppa built, where my Dad grew up, and where I grew up. Boston, South Africa.