Rest in Peace Daphne Tyack

Daphne passed on this morning, after a several month long stay in ICU. She leaves her husband Roger, and adopted son Herman, devastated.

Another casualty of the south african unhealth system, the entire event was because doctors messed up. From start to finish. She was operated on due to misdiagnosis, and she died in hospital through incompetance, in another city from her family, and among people who didn't care about her, either way. But they will want their "rewards" .. financial.

A good woman with a sharp mind, quick wit, and a lot of kindness, private though, and sadly her passing will hardly be noticed. She did not tolerate fools, and had that old fashioned sense of right, and clean, and proper.

We notice, the absence of life, a blank space where something should be. There will be no funeral, no memorial service, only 2 sad men, one old one young, who will carry her in their hearts forever.

R.I.P. Daphne, we'll look after your boys.

EDIT TO ADD:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.