It’s one thing when friends move to another town but when they move to another country, it’s just so much worse.
Quintus has been friends with this little boy since they were 3. Sleep-overs and midnight “I want to go home” happened on many many weekends. We became friends with his mom and dad and eventually Jason started playing with his younger brother. Saturdays we would stand next to the rugby field … me shouting and taking photos and them …. well being more proper than me.
This weekend we said goodbye. I was fine, until Jardel got tears in his eyes. Seeing that 11 year old fight back tears broke my heart.
I know they are going to be very happy. They’ve been wanting to go for years now. This has been a very long and not-so-easy process.
It doesn’t make the goodbye’s any easier.
The three best friends (taken last year). Jacque on the left, Quintus and then Jardel on the right.
The group of friends at the farewell braai this weekend.
Saying goodbye to Melinda (on the left)
We’ll miss you guys! …. thank goodness for Skype and such
(and I’ll still battle to support the All Blacks when he plays for them)