Ros's Story

  Roz on Family It is four thirty in the morning South African time. I woke up at about 3am in our darkened room.  My thoughts of my life and learning flashing through my mind.  Reflecting  on this past year.  A year of heartbreak and not belonging.  For 24 years I believed in a miracle of a blended family that was strong, filled with love and compassion. My admiration for the fortitude and strength each family member displayed.   I had believed that I was a big part of the successes I was witnessing in each separate family households.  I had laughed, cried, hoped, endured their challenges even believing I meant something .  Felt responsible, privileged and felt that I’d loved enough, taught something, given a huge part of myself!  My loving each child like my own perhaps more so because I was fulfilling a promise.  I never asked for the task! Nor did I have an expectation.  My nature is to love all people especially small...

My thoughts on  Dimentia  Why does this debilitating decease have to rob you of time with your partner, your love and your dignity. What I have learned has been overwhelming and daunting. The Many forms of dementia that affect everyone differently. Yes under the umbrella of Alzheimer’s are many layers and trying to understand it or fathom when it truly began.  just like there are many versions of Cancer no two are ever the same!  You suddenly wake up to being on an island where the people you once thought would be there help you through this and give you the moral support all detach themselves and watch from a distance the small snippets and form expert opinions. Heart breaking and soul destroying. What are the  habits of a sufferer and why do the  Symptoms differ so. Behaviour  Becomes Noticeable Number sequence becomes difficult and daily routines can cause stress.  Medications and cross over prescriptions can affect the overall day to day. Lear...

  My conversion story began at the tender age of 5 after we had just experienced a difficult situation at church where my dad got into a spat with another person at church. Those details were unclear to me but we were chased out and never to return.  My dad was fuming and we walked home  We arrived home my dad had calmed down and proceeded to tell us we needed to pray so we all knelt down in our small lounge a semi detached house at 116a second Avenue Melville my dad asking for the Lord to guide and direct us to the truth as his experience of the day was not of the Lord. His plea to the Father was sincere and tearful words from his heart. I felt impressed by his humble manner as he seemed defeated.  I recall him saying Amen and we all repeated the amen. Three loud distinct taps on the front door seemed instantaneous.  I leapt to my feet ran to the door and opened it.  To find two very tall young men and they said  “We are from the church of a Jesus Chr...

 

 My Dearest Angela it’s been a rough couple of weeks with John’s recuperation and some emotional upheavals too. In the early hours of this morning starting from 4:30 am My thoughts and emotions came in waves ebbing and flowing. I thought I heard the door bell go at 4:25am I got out of bed to see who my visitor was but nothing  Then then again at 4:55am the same thing happened  I came back to bed dozed off again! At 5:22 I thought I’d heard the door bell once again I checked the door  Went to check on the freckles the puppy she was just fine! Then my head started churning up replaying different.scenarios and felt prompted to put my thought down and share them with someone I trust more than anyone in this world. First I want to say I’ve truly loved you like my own  You have brought me so much joy  Calmed  the storms of life that have ravished on in both of our lives. Been a constant! I’ve felt prompted for some time now to get my story out through messag...

"This is my story I was born in Johannesburg. Taken home to a house in Melville by my dad. My mother did not bond well with me from what I understand. Perhaps immaturity, perhaps physiological, I will never know.  The name I was Given at birth was Rosalind Kathleen Webber. I was the fourth child to Henri  and Pamela Webber  My mother was a Pearce has a sister named Marie I was privileged to meet both grandfathers Walter Webber the distinguished highly skilled Taylor and Henry Pearce “Harry” was his nickname. He was in the Royal Navy  Only met one of my grandmothers, she was a significant role model of “Perfection” she taught me in everything she did, my love of sewing, cooking and baking came from her she was known as Johanna by all to me she was “Granny”  One of the greatest blessing a child can have is the love from a grandparent it’s a whole other level of love  It has been my absolute joy to have the love of grandchildren over the years. Some more than ...