I’ve let the weeds grow on my blog for a season. I was wondering whether I’d allow it to go to seed and quietly walk away, but here I am, quietly coming back.
We’ve shared some experiences, you and I, since we last met in this particular digital space. I can say that quite confidently, as COVID-19 has reached its way around the world, giving us a global story of a sort.
One experience you haven’t shared. On 28 October 2019 my precious mother died in a horrific road accident in South Africa, along with two friends. My father and the driver made it out alive: two miracles when we needed five. I’ll take them with gratitude; the rest is mystery.
I’m not the same person anymore, though I’d be hard-pressed to say how I”ve changed. Grief leaves its mark. And so I haven’t known how to speak above a whisper or to address a scary wide open space like the internet.
I still don’t know if I’m honest. But let’s start here: hello again. And thanks for reading.