The Last Post by Judy Croome
The old bull falls to his knees, his tusks gouging another furrow in the rough stubby grass as he struggles to rise one last time. He trumpets an angry roar, but still it does not help: he lies on his side as the sun rises higher and higher. His eyes drift shut…and the dust settles slowly around him.
|Dad and me as baby|
|Dad had his first stroke at the end of November 2010. |
Here the two of us celebrate my niece Nikki's engagement in December 2010.
|We're so blessed to have Dad with us this year. |
Here he is with my sister, Iona, and my Mom, Dawn, at Umdloti in March 2011