However, in July 1994, my father (almost 86) was robbed — and left for dead in his home. My mother (having lost her mind and the use of some of her body functions) was permanently hospitalized. One week after being assaulted, my father died in hospital — and went to be with the Lord.
Upon my arrival in South Africa in September, I headed for Swellendam — where my mother was still in hospital [until December 1994]. There, I was amazed to hear that the police had apprehended a young man in connection with the death of my father — and that the youth had signed a statement alleging he alone had attacked him. I also learned that my father, before dying, had given a description to the police of the young man . That description was altogether in harmony with the appearance of the accused. The latter was being held in jail precisely in Swellendam — while then awaiting his preliminary trial just one week after my own arrival there.