Love Light by Unknown. Lunch-out driving music, as Donna and I head off
to some place she discovered on the web "that has a fantastic menu and
great views!"
Donna Darkwolf takes us to lunch at Harbour House Restaurant in Kalk Bay.
It was here that she told me, while we were discusing her impending suicide,
that when she was gone, I was to scatter her Ashes at the light beacon,
at the end of the sea wall.
Sunday Lunch. Sea. Serenity at Donna's many favorite restaurants...
Donna would sit, holding my hand - and just gazing out at the Sea, watching
the birds, or the seals if we were in the harbour.
We would not speak much. She was here for the Serenity - and holding my
hand was enough to comfort her.
Conversation only started when the food arrived. Then she became animated
and chatty.
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In her student days she and her fellow students from the Bible College in Kalk Bay, would drink at the end of the pier... WHA-A-A-T???
Donna loved the Fish 'n Chips at Fisherman's Wharf in Hout Bay - but always
peeled off the batter...
As she smiled for the shot, I said:
"NO! Look Haughty. Imperious! Look down your nose!
After a sunset boat cruise around Cape Town Harbour - Donna wants the
Spur Restaurant, at the V&A Waterfront.
"I NEED my Beef Ration! Soldier!".
Why not?... For a beef something - obviously.
There are moments which mark your Life. Moments when you realise nothing
will ever be the same again.
And Time is divided into two parts.
Before This - and After This
I realise, while I am looking at my Shiny Wife through my camera lense,
that I am seeing her in a way I don't normally perceive.
The camera lens has a way of "freezing attention on the moment".
And, I am seeing Donna drifting in the Ocean, in her dreamy mermaid realm.
Oh you who I love
My heart chose you
And I don’t know what to do
Now you’re by my side
But tomorrow, who knows?
That’s how the world is
Sweet and bitter at the same time
No one but you has entered my heart
There's no one but you in my heart
Spring does not last forever
And roses wilt in the end
Think of me
There's no one but you in my heart
Ghir Enta