Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
It spurted upwards and out. The water jetted high into the air with an almost gleeful exuberance. It fell onto the grass and instantly rushed in every direction, glorying in it’s unrestrained freedom. The burst water main spewed the water out for the next two days with gusto. My mother was not impressed. Not only
I’d had an incredibly stressful few days. Mums was admitted to hospital. It was a terribly worrying time as the doctor sought a diagnosis. As you can imagine, my stress level rose considerably during those 4 days! Thankfully, diagnosis determined and three pints of blood later, Mums returned home. It was so wonderful seeing a
After my accident, whilst in a coma, Absa, set up an account for me. They generously deposited money into this and let it be known that it was available for public donations towards my medical expenses. Twenty-five years later, I am still banking with Absa! Recently I wrote to the Chief Financial Officer and I
‘I believe the God who’s holding me up is bigger than my circumstances. And I’m going to enjoy the process of seeing how He works in what should be, otherwise, miserable, hard circumstances – may we find the joy that God has for us…..’ Philippians 1:12-26 My Mother has spent the past month in and
“If you caught a glimpse of Heaven, would you choose to come back to life?” Judy Bachrach We all have one thing in common. We die. When I had my accident, I should have died. Fortunately however, I defied the odds and survived. But, as with all of us, death will finally claim me. And
‘My’ opera, “Lost in a Bluebell Wood” will cost money. We need to raise a million rand to get it into production. But, we are making headway! In early December we drove to Prince Albert to see Nicky Rebelo in his one man show The Kreutzer Sonata. I was looking out the window, daydreaming.
Recently I have been to stay with my cousin, Judith Saulez and family in Durban. It was great to be able to spend some quality time with them. Their three daughters go to Durban Girls College. When I was twelve I went there for two years. I was a weekly boarder and I remember those
The thing is to love life to love it even when you have no stomach for it, when everything you held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands and your throat is filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you so heavily it’s like heat, tropical, moist thickening the air so
(Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori) On the evening that B and I had planned to spend with Janet Suzman in London, she told us that unfortunately she would be out as she was performing in a concert. I pricked up my ears. “Concert? Would you mind if we came too?” Two tickets were
Happy Birthday, my wonderful, blessed Mums! When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but
