Clock Of Time Ever Ticking
Very last weekend of the month after one nephew undergoing a double hernia operation another having a kidney removed with tumor, I started to relax ever so little thinking what a month this has been!
Never expected the very last weekend experience to be so devastating, first an extremely long standing friend of the family passed after taking a stroke, this one can expect when reaching her eightieth birthday now in September.
Sucker punched on Sunday learning of my healthy neighbour who has been preparing to run the Comrades marathon since prior forced shutdown in 2020.
No one knows when our day will arrive, one never expects a strapping young of forty-three years old to succumb during the run.
Are runners too competitive, is living life too fast paced , working, raising a young families, stress after two years excessive uncertainty?
As a family we are no strangers to the race with my husband competing from 1978 to 1993, starting 14, finishing 12 within the 11 hours allocated in earlier years.
Fond memories of friends enjoying the run, when the field was one tenth the number of runners with no seconding tables. More like a picnic on the move, assisting runners to give them drinks or food, personally I think we did more running at the end of the day.
Running is a healthy sport, many walk or run to reach destinations, sporting fraternity are still in shock with two deaths during this year, since 1920 to 2019 there have been 8 deaths on the day of the race last being in 2012 till 2022.
None can allow time to slip through their fingers, use every minute wisely, as the years add up one realizes some are born to run, many will find time to do much else so long as we make each moment count.
Filling the shoes of a father, being a widow so young is going to be a tough uphill for my lovely neighbours whom I do not believe have had time enough to stop and mourn as a family.
Media has bombarded this normally quiet family not allowing time to accept what has happened, Mzamo was honoured at a memorial service on the 1st September by many work colleagues, running fraternity, friends and family.
In Zulu tradition funeral is taking place today at his family farm, as I write, my thoughts with both families laying a young man to rest, his has run his race now leaving massive shoes to fill.
Tuesday our friend who missed her big eighty by under a month, we will join online funeral service being held in Cape Town.
Never take life for granted, live it to the full, last weekend is something we wish to evade, knowing it will happen to the end of our days taking knocks in life we have to keep moving forward.
Happy September, now you know why I have been quieter than normal, writing thoughts down helps put everything into perspective.
All photography is my own using a Canon PowerShot SC730 HS, resized for easier loading, writing is my own.
Thought for Today: "Death is like a dress that, at some point or another, everyone has to wear." - African Proverbs
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