It’s been 2 years since our Angle Maker passed away. We miss her every single day. This is our Angle Maker.

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The worst news of the year hit us on the last day of 2008. Lynette Robb, the Angel Maker, passed away today. I… Can’t… Write. Not now. Maybe another day…

Lynette Robb, the Angel Maker…

I don’t know where to start with this. I’ll just start by telling you how I feel.

A piece of my soul is missing. That is how it feels. This big empty space inside. Because I couldn’t be there with Lynette on this dark day in December. And I can’t be there with her family on this last day of 2008. My family.

Anyone who knows me will tell you I was a real mommy’s boy. I loved my mother more than you can think. I lived for only her for most of my younger life. And then she left me to go to a better place. I was happy for her. She had a tough time down here on our little earth.

But I was blessed again. I had another mother. Lynette Robb…

It’s easy to say that you have another mother. But I mean it. Really mean it. She wasn’t a substitute for my first mother. No. She was my mother. She is my mother. Because she made me feel like I was her son.

If I am tired I wanted to go to her house. When I was sad I wanted to go to her house. When I was happy I wanted to go to her house. When I wanted to be me I wanted to go to her house. I always just wanted to be at her house. With my mom and my family called the Robbs.

She made the baggage of life feel like a feather. She made you feel like the world was there for your taking. She made you feel like you can love more than what you ever thought you could. She just made you feel alive…

Just being at her house made me feel as if the dirt of life was washing away. You knew you were in the presence of something greater than yourself when you were with her. A greater love.

But how do I tell you about Lynette?

Lynette Robb made me a better person. Her mere presence in my life made me a better person. Makes me a better person…

You want to know the meaning of Ubuntu? I am because we are? You want to see that and feel that? Then you go to Lynette. She is Ubuntu. She is Ubuntu.

She made all of us better people than what we deserved to be. You should have met her. I wish everyone could just have met her for one second. Just hung out with her for a little while. To know how it feels to be touched by an angel. If there was ever an angel on earth it was Lynette. It is Lynette. She is gone. But she will never be gone. Never be forgotten. Never… It is impossible to not remember her. Memories of her will never fade. They grow like the seed of love she planted inside all of us. You can’t ever forget that. Not once you have been touched by an angel. Not for us. Not now and not ever. She is Lynetter Robb. Our mother and our pillar of life. Our foundation angel.

She didn’t preach. She didn’t teach. She didn’t have some power you could see. She didn’t talk about these great lessons in life. No. She didn’t. But she taught me more than any teacher could. Without knowing. Just through love. The funny thing is that for Lynette the world was never about Lynette. It was always about us. Lynette giving to us. Food. Love. You name it. She always just gave. Never wanted anything back. But what she got back was us. With love. And everything we could give her.

It is just who she was. Just her presence. The way she was. She was all that without ever wanting or trying to be all that. Because she is Lynette Robb.

Have you ever seen a moth just going towards the light without thinking? That was us around Lynette. Even now. It is us. We can’t help it. We just go there. It’s a force of goodness and love that pulls us to her. It still does because her presence will never go away. She is inside all of us that knew her and loved her. Who know her and love her. We know that just being around her makes us better people. Even now…

And there were always people around her. At her house. In her life. Because we can’t stay away. We lived for her love and her life. Her light to shine on us.

Her house. With her in it. That is where I want to be. I know that when I am in South Africa I can recharge my batteries of life at her place.

…There are no words…

She was a gift God gave us. As if God placed her on earth with the plan to let us see who we can be. What we can become. If only we loved more. Lynette Robb is the love that God shows us.

I always heard nothing but love from her mouth. What she tells me she will tell anyone else. In their face. And if she doesn’t agree with someone… She will let them know. But that person will still know love.

Oh. You don’t mess with Lynette and her family. Her wider family. Me and my wife and my daughters included. We were… No. We are family. You touch any of them or speak badly about any of us… You do not know Lynette Robb. She will do everything to protect us. Anything. Because of her love. Unconditional love. Just natural love.

There are a million things I want to tell you about Lynette. My mother. But how don’t know how. There are no words to describe Lynette.

I wish I could be with her right now. Me and my wife and my kids. That is where we should be. With our other family. With Lynette and Derek and our sisters and the kids. And now? Now with my sisters and Derek. I miss them today more than anything. I just want to tell them I love them. That I will always love them. Because they are my family. We share a mother and a love. And what she gave us will never break the bond we have.

I want to sit on her stoep at the back and just rest my soul for a little while. Just laugh and joke about the langnekkie. Watch a game with Uncle Derek. Share a joke with the girls. Maybe take a swim in the pool with the kids. I can hear her laughing right now. I can hear her say “Foksies“. I can see her sit on her chair outside that afdak. Lynette sitting somewhere laughing. But always keeping an eye out for everyone around her. Making sure we are okay. Making sure we know we are loved. I wish I could be there now. And just feel her presence and see her smile.

Take your happiest feeling and bottle that. Because that is how Lynette made us feel.

…Lynette Robb…

She made angels. That is what she did. She took us and turned us into these angels. And she let us fly off and do what we had to do in this world. But we always went back to her. Because we were not strong enough. We needed her to recharge our lives. We need her to recharge our lives…

To remind us of the good in this world. To remind us that we can make this world a little bit better. To remind us that tomorrow there will be even more love. Even in the darkness of today.

She made angels. That was Lynette Robb.

No… She makes angels. That is Lynette Robb.

I love her. Not because I have to. But because she is Lynette Robb. My mother. My Angel Maker.

I will live my life to make her proud. I will make angels for her. I will need help. I am not strong like her. But we can make angels for Lynette.

Lynette. I know where you are. I am closing my eyes and I can feel your hand on mine. I needed that. I am holding it. You will always be with us. Always. You made us better people. And I will take your love and make it grow. Make more angels. I hope you are proud of me when you look down sitting there with God. He is a lucky God. He will have you on His side. It will make Him even stronger. Like you made us stronger. You made us angels. I will make angels for you.

I love you. We all do. We are your angels. You made this world a better place. And me a better man. It would have been enough just knowing you. But you showed me love. I am your son. I love you. And I will make angels for you.

Lynette Robb. Angel Maker.

What waits at the end?

What waits at the end?

Ubuntu. A simple little word.

Ubuntu. I am because you are.

Simple. A simple little word. Very simple.

Try to live it or learn it… You can’t.

It just is. Like breathing. No thinking. Just doing. Like breathing.

 

It’s looking at your hands and seeing the blood. The blood of others bombing. And flying. And killing. In your name.

It’s walking in the rain and feeling the tears running. The tears of others suffering. And dying.

It’s looking back and seeing the madness. The history of death and destruction. The hatred that fills our past.

It’s having a hole in your soul while living. The hole left by others you couldn’t get to. Those left behind.

It’s taking that last bite and wondering what are they eating. Those who walk this earth with hunger and pain.

It’s closing your eyes and seeing the pictures of children running with guns in their hands. Children losing innocence before their time.

It’s staring out the window and wondering what they are doing today. Those without a home or a roof.

It’s looking at your loved ones and wondering where they are today. Those who are running for their lives.

It’s lying on your bed and feeling them dying next to you. Those who are sick of diseases we can fight but they can’t. Lying on their make-shift deathbeds.

It’s drinking your coffee and wondering about the hands. The hands of the farmer who worked the field and break his back for scraps.

It’s standing at the cliff looking down and wanting to jump. Because you just can’t take it anymore.

It’s looking at my kids and worry about what lies ahead. And what we leave behind.

It’s looking at the women in Africa and across the world. And seeing the men breaking their bodies and their bones. And the scars we see and the scars we don’t want to see.

It’s staring at the sun not knowing where to go. Too many people and too many places. Too much to face.

It’s getting dressed and staring at the seams. Thinking of the hands who made them and the sweat that goes with that.

It’s standing still and looking around. And seeing my friends being hated. And bigotry smothering us. Lies engulf us.

It’s shouting at heaven and asking why. Why can’t the others shout in peace. Why do they need to die. Alone.

It’s looking in the mirror and seeing the fear. The fear for others because you can’t get there fast enough.

 

Ubuntu. It’s like breathing. It just is. You just do. Believe. Fight. And…

 

It’s looking at your hands and seeing lines that connect. The lines that connect us all. That makes us one. That makes us. In our name.

It’s walking in the rain and feeling the tears running. The tears of seeing others holding hands. And loving.

It’s looking back and seeing the braveness. The history of defying the odds and of sacrifice. And people making the change for the good to happen.

It’s having a hole in your soul while living. The hole slowly filled by others who love you for who you are. And holding your hand. As we reach for those left behind.

It’s taking that last bite and knowing how beautiful it tastes. These fruits given to us by those we can’t see.

It’s closing your eyes and seeing the pictures of children running with a smile on their face. Children being children no matter where they are. Or what they have.

It’s staring out the window and wondering what they are doing today. And know they have love in their hearts and a pride in their soul.

It’s looking at your loved ones and know how lucky you are. For those who love you for who you are.

It’s lying on your bed and feeling them lying next to you. Those who love you and hold you at night. Lying next to you because you share a love.

It’s drinking your coffee and wondering about the hands. The hands of the farmer who worked the field and loved his land.

It’s standing at the cliff looking down and wanting to shout. Shout to the world you love them. Because of the beauty that lies before you.

It’s looking at my kids and and seeing them grow and love. And know hope lies in their hands.

It’s looking at the women in Africa and across the world. And hearing them laughing in the streets and the markets. And knowing the strength in their bones and in their blood. Carrying the world on their backs with a smile.

It’s staring at the sun and feeling it shine on your face. So many beautiful people and beautiful places. Tomorrow is another day. We fight on.

It’s getting dressed and staring at the seams. Thinking of the hands who made them and how warm they feel when you hold them tight.

It’s standing still and looking around. And seeing my friends finding love. And how we will embrace this world with hope.

It’s looking at heaven and saying thank you. Thank you for making me like this. Making me one of us.

It’s looking in the mirror and seeing the faces. The faces of others smiling at me because they know I am. There. With them. Because I am them.

 

Ubuntu…

So simple.

I am because you are.

 

It’s like breathing. I am because you are. I am. Because you are.

 

Let’s breathe. Let’s be. Let it be.

Just breathe and hold...

Just breathe and hold...

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The world is a puzzling place. The answers aren’t that easy to get. And the questions don’t get any easier. But it doesn’t mean we can’t keep on looking and asking. Sometimes I look in the mirror and stare at myself and this little world of ours. And then I write. You can find more of these thoughts at a page I created that captures links to all of these stories in one place. Go to the ”What Are We Doing?” page for these stories. No, it won’t bring you back to this post – it is a seperate page.

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