Storm

Good things happen on this blog. It's a timeline of generally good feelings and events. The passing of time and the nuances of my life,  interesting or not,  but mostly good,  for which I'm thankful. 

But it can't anyways be good feelings.   And the wind is blowing in Cape Town as the moody clouds gather for a big storm and my grandfather has just been taken away by a friendly taxi driver to the hospital.  Cardiac unit,  10th floor. And I'm waiting in the lobby to be picked up and watching the steady rain,  and I feel heavy inside.

He hugged me and smiled as he got in the car,  and I told him I loved him and hugged his wife,  my newest grandmother and a wonderful person. I had to say goodbye because I fly to Joburg tomorrow.  At least,  I hope I can fly - hopefully the storm will have passed by then.  I know I'm going to another amazing place,  more radiant family and loving homes and exciting things.  But today it hurts to say goodbye. And I'm picturing flying over this beautiful city tomorrow. The wings will cut through this heavy fog and rain. Boldly taking me elsewhere.  Heavy with goodbyes and the weight in my chest.