Your letter moved me to tears. I then translated it into English, and read it out to my Theological Students the next day. I help teach them how to become Ministers of the Gospel. When I began to read out your letter to them, more than one of them softly started weeping. Ninety minutes later, I got a phone call from Swellendam saying that my mother there in the hospital had just passed away. Now she is in Heaven, with my father, where they both wait for you and me to see them again, in God’s good time.
Cornelius, although I have typed out this letter in Australia, I am going to post it to you only after I reach South Africa. You see, I hope to arrive in Swellendam on 12th October, in order to bury my mother from the Dutch Reformed Church in Barrydale the following Monday at 2 p.m. There in the Church I am going to read out the burial letter, which I am attaching for you, before we go to the Cemetery.