Thursday afternoon, 4:30 PM. Time to say goodbye to our youngest son, Heyns, his lovely wife Hanna, and our gorgeous granddaughter Amelia. We have to leave them behind in our flat as we are flying off to Johannesburg to train brand new disciple-makers in the Diocese of Christ the King. They too are leaving Cape Town to return to the US, but much later. So we say our goodbyes in the kitchen…somehow this unconventional method makes the parting easier. It is difficult nevertheless and Louise fights back tears.
Trevor drives us to the airport and soon his unique way of driving helps us to forget all that is sad about this departure. At one point he does a U-Turn and nearly wipes out a skateboard rider…colourful words ring in our ears as we move on.
Check-in is a breeze with Kulula’s extra friendly staff. Even the security is a piece of cake, so a short delay does not upset us at all. We have dinner at Mugg ‘n Bean and wait for a WhatsApp message from Heyns to say they have arrived at their gate in the international departure section of the airport. The message never comes…but our neighbour lets us know they left and we believe all is well.
The delay does not alter much and we are soon up in the air and on our way to Johannesburg…lullabied by one of our nervous fellow passengers. As we descend to land at Lanseria Airport, her singing becomes louder, but it remains sweet and melodious.
Fr Eric Ephraim meets us at the airport and drives us to our home for the duration of our stay here. A lovely flat in a monastery in Rosettenville, called St Benedict’s House. It is cold here in Johannesburg, but we have enough blankets on our bed. Sleep comes quickly…