I admire writers, always have and always will. Writers have the power to create and to destroy. Writers have started and fought wars. But they have also created love, soothed masses, made us cry and laugh with tears.
As a child, my face burrowed in a thick volume of Enid Blyton's
Words cannot truly express how your devastating sudden departure has shaken UOT. I feel so terrible for having not made an effort to get to know you.
We met a couple of times; first at a 40-40 event, girl you were like the face of the 40 – 40 events,
I'll save you the trouble and call myself an involuntary groupie. I like to think that I am well placed. My friends are stars. I know good people. It's not my style to brag, neither is name dropping :-D
They complain to me a lot. They get too much couchie than
It's that time of the year again, Fathers' Day.
I can't help the sadness setting in as I wish you were here so I could... So we could do something together. It's only one day in the year and I don't understand the fuss really. Still, I wish you were here.