This is the first time I've made waffles in Kilolo, and they were brilliant (and I'm humble - not). Thank you to my friends who taught me how! That meant also we didn't have to make bread this week, so our energies are available for other things :o)
We came back from Bagamoyo last Friday just before Easter, after a wonderful rest beside the Indian Ocean. Very sadly, our friend Will Phillips died the same day at his home just outside Iringa, after a long struggle with cancer. His funeral on Tuesday was a celebration of his life, at his own request. Lots of tears and laughter at some of the stories we heard from his family, friends and colleagues.
Will's wife Amanda and their daughter Kerrie were devastated, and my heart is with them as they face life without him. His mother, Elizabeth is a good friend of mine, and Will's sister Sue came from the UK to be there. It was a privilege to be able to spend time together, and join with them in their grief. Sometimes words are not enough. The Spirit of God is the one who can communicate best. Certainly I have sensed His presence through all this, even to the timing of Will's death, when the wider family were already gathered.
For us life must go on, and we are glad to have purchased some rear shock absorbers in Dar es Salaam. We are looking forward to getting them fitted soon. Thankfully I am fully recovered from the flu bug after a week of daily swimming. The pain in my middle comes back every time I return to Kilolo. Is that psychological or altitude or what?
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