My mom, Nell Weyer-Henderson who became Nell du Plessis, died in June last year and today is her birthday.
Beautiful Nell
She’s been on my heart so much since it turned April. This is her month. Her week, her day. My clock is so attuned. She wasn’t a hugger or a sayer of soothing words. She showed her love through food. And it showed in her food. Which is why I love it so much. I trust it. Simply, like a child loves love.
I miss our to-the-bone conversations and her wicked sense of humour.
Say no more. I’ll leave you with this pic of mom hamming it up after a Sunday morning game of tennis on her dad’s farm, way back in the sixties.
Leave a Reply