It’s strange how we want say things to people after they are gone that we couldn’t say to them when they were alive. I am writing this letter to you, knowing that you will never read it, but knowing that there are things that still need to be said.
|Thank you Jere for a beautiful message.|
The Swazi singing at the funeral was beautiful. We also played two songs that make me think of Nomsa:
"Stand" by Donnie McClurkin
"I look to you" by Whitney Houson