I know I haven’t posted in a while but this past week following a tragic weekend in my life had me busy and without words to write….
A dear friend drowned and died at a waterfall on our weekend away with friends.
An amazing guy named Victor. What a sad loss. For long there were no comforting words that could be said, especially to us as friends, who ended up not being able to save him. Amazingly though, even after this tragic loss, I now feel it definitely brought us as friends closer. A huge close family. And not only that, I think it changed the views of many people.
As a younger generation we are usually okay with races being mixed and having any colour friends. But the older generation, for them it is not that easy. So with Victor’s death, it brought us – as white kids, to go into the African community and township. Many were quite shocked to see so many white kids – more than 20 of us – coming into their township and into his parents home, guys formally dressed, girls wearing long skirts and traditional head coverings , all out of respect to the culture and them. For them it was facinating but for us it was also eye opening to see where he grew up and why he had such a heart for a better future in South Africa. Amongst all the tradgedy there was a sense of reconciliation and greater respect for one another – it has just changed how we look at things and given us a bigger sense of life and appreciation for people and life in itself.
It was a difficult week though, for everyone. You could feel a heaviness hanging over our house and hearts. But after the memorial and funeral it seems as if peace has come. God has sent comfort and I am sure He will restore us in ways we even thought wouldn’t be possible.