Jan Hendrik Badenhorst

Dad, I remember on Christmas days when we went away for the day how you would sit around the pool watching all the grandchildren play in the swimming pools and you wouldn't let them out of your site. I still have the photo's of you sitting under the tree with your head resting on your hand while you are keeping an eye on them. Sadly since you are gone, we no longer get to spend Christmas day together.

 

At night I lay alone in bed

Memories will spring in my head

Days of love I spent with you

Days when our love grew

I trusted you

You made my love with simplicity

but now you're gone

My trust taken to

Darling

Will I ever get over you?.

They say memories are golden.Well, maybe that is true.I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.A million times I needed you,A million times I cried.If love alone could have saved you, You would never have died.In death I love you still.In my heart you hold a place No one could ever fill.If tears could build a stairway and heartache made  a lane.I'd walk the path to heaven  and bring you back again.Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same.But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

A special song from Luther Vandross dedicated to a great man.

Love you lots from Danie, Dominique, Duncan and Vincent.

 

 

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence, my father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then, spin me around till I fell asleep then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.

 

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him, I’d play a song that will never ever end, how I’d love love love to dance with my father again.

 

When I and my mother would disagree, to get my way I would run from her to him, he’d make me laugh jus to comfort me then finally make me do just what my mother said, later that night when I was asleep he left a dollar under my sheet, never dreamed that he would be gone from me.

 

If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him, I’d play a song that will never ever end cause I’d love love love to dance with my father again.

 

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door and I’d hear how my mother would cry for him and I’d pray for her even more then me.

I know I’m praying for much too much but could you send back the only man she loved, I know you don’t do it usually but dear Lord she’s dying to dance with my father again, every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.