So, Who Are We?

So, who are we? Introducing our Amazing Family

Danie and I we’re married on 7 December 1986, which means we’ve been married for many years. Our firstborn, Angelique arrived in April 1988, and our son, Jacques arrived in June 1991. We homeschooled both our children and have always been extremely close in our relationship.

Our one and only granddaughter, Scarlett, was added to our family in May 2015. Becoming grandparents was a total game-changer. Our whole universe revolves around this precious little girl.

Sadly, both our children have left South Africa. Jacques and his wife, Alyda, went to Belgium in 2018. Angelique, her husband, Wayne, and Scarlett went to Portugal in October 2021.

So, we’re all alone here in sunny South Africa, hoping (against all odds) that this will change sooner than later.

Missing our children and granddaughter, is an understatement. We yearn for them, cry for them, reach out in the hope of touching them soon. Our lives depend on it.

After our dreams were dashed to pieces by the Covid-19 pandemic, we lost the means of following our children to Europe. We lost our business, our income, our car, our home, our possessions and health. With Danie’s loss of limbs and his health a constant challenge, we often fear that our dream won’t come true in time.

Out of shear desperation, we buy a weekly lottery ticket in the hopes that we will win just enough money to get to them.

We live for the day when we will get off the plane in Portugal and see a little girl running towards us and falling into our arms. I cry when this thought goes through my mind, reminding myself that the little girl who left our country, is getting bigger every day.

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