Practical shoes, purposeful choices.

Practical shoes, purposeful choices.

As I was driving to fetch an Angolan patient from Medi-Clinic Morningside today, I had a bit of a pity party. How is it that 27 years after I started this business, I am still just a glorified driver? Should I not by now have fleets of cars and drivers, and while we...
Filling in the blanks.

Filling in the blanks.

My paternal grandfather was an exceptional gardener. He had a huge property in a suburb in Johannesburg named Linden where he had fruit orchards, vineyards, rose gardens and vegetable gardens. He even had a room in the house dedicated to plants. I showed absolutely no...
We need to talk.

We need to talk.

Today I sat down for the first time at 14:30! I felt very sorry for myself after spending the entire morning gardening like some Gardening-guru with a Youtube channel. When I finally sat down, it was to chat to Dr Jes. She looked very sleek and glamourous in her...
The final frontier.

The final frontier.

  If you are an average, run-of-the-mill person, you are probably not going to want to read this blog. Research suggests that 8 out of 10 people don’t want to talk about this topic at all because they have a genuine fear about it. This blog is about death. But...
Reviewing Respite.

Reviewing Respite.

I asked my good old  (well, actually not so old) friend, ChatGPT, what the most common questions are about respite care. It cleverly spat out the ten that I list below in seconds. And so, keeping this blog short and sweet as, I know everyone is hooking up trailers,...
Hidden joys.

Hidden joys.

Yesterday I finally received a much-anticipated book. It has the wonderful title,  Have a beautiful terrible day, by Kate Bowler. Our lives here at both the Hospitality lodges are indeed beautiful and brutal every day, but the joy always outweighs the awful. I...
Pageantry and pretense.

Pageantry and pretense.

  It is safe to say that I know a good funeral when I go to one. I have been to some memorials in club houses that were better than most of my family’s weddings. I’ve fallen asleep in a Greek Orthodox funeral after the priest kept singing strangely haunting songs. I...
Continuity.

Continuity.

On Tuesday morning I kept watching the little pathway leading up to the dining room. I knew that at any moment, Mr and Mrs Desai would be walking towards me, ready to have breakfast. Mr and Mrs Desai started coming to us in 1999 when they brought the, now-late, Mr and...
It’s all in the family.

It’s all in the family.

  In this past week the word “family” has taken on some very interesting meanings for me. I’m lucky because I come from a huge family scattered across the globe. The majority of us are the “usual suspects”…  all a bit odd but no-one ever made it into the “Scope”...