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My Dad and I, still enjoying every moment of his comeback. |
Trampled to life.
A true rendition of faith healing.
My mother replaced the receiver, and then collapsed into the chair, her hands shaking and all color had drained from her face. 'Mum, is Dad okay?' I asked, knowing something dreadful had happened, but had no details as to the message that my mother, Julie, had received, other than it concerned my father, Aubrey, who had been helping his cousin in Cape Town with his trucking business. My mother attempted to explain, whilst fighting back her tears, 'Ah, Sancheo, it's Dad. He's been, he's been in an accident, a truck, I don't know…', then she became overwhelmed with tears. I went
