The Voicebox
Blogs for people who lost their voice during their journey with illness and death.
July 23, 2021
My Beloved, I broke my favourite tea mug. It was special to me. I found it at a small gift shop in Pretoria and bought my […]
July 10, 2021
My Beloved, I went to visit our girls. They both live in Pretoria now. From the moment that I stepped off the plane at OR Tambo […]
July 2, 2021
I was an adventurer. I boldly went where women seldom went before. With my husband’s blessing, I did business in Africa in the mid-nineties. Our reliable […]
June 25, 2021
My Beloved, your death changed everything. In children’s stories, red cheeks are an indication of robust health. I woke up one morning with a red rash […]
June 18, 2021
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙… 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗟-𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙 Beloved, I made myself some soup to warm me in the chill of winter. When I switched […]
May 31, 2021
My Beloved, your life on earth ended on the 30th of May 2020. It did not end our relationship. I am panning for gold in the endless sorrow-sands […]
November 18, 2020
My daughter asks me: “What are your plans for next year, Mum?” I look at her and say: “I plan to be happy.” I believe happiness […]
November 13, 2020
Dr Miles Munroe said: “The value of life is not in its duration, but in its donation. You are not important because of how long you […]
November 11, 2020
I stand in front of the electricity distribution board. There are two switches for the geyser. I do not know in what order to push them […]