Hugo Turck

Aiii Oompie…hoe sê mens koebaai. My hart voel swaar vandag…weet jy was geliefd. Julle kuiers sal ons altyd saamdra, al die lekker bederfgoed wat jy so gekoop het…al die tjoklits!! Lekker lag dat ons pense skud! Die oneindige storie vertellery soos net jy kon. Truitjie was vir jou altyd prioriteit en Hugo was haar geliefde broer…jinne maar julle kon darem mekaar se siele uittrek!!
Lize en Nina het altyd n spesiale plekkie in jou hart gehad…jy was baie lief vir hulle.
Ek dra jou nagedagtenis diep in my hart en die t-shirt wat jy my gegee het styf teen my lyf.
Met liefde van al ons Kleinmond Vissers

The Love You Carry
Four brothers, grown, with lives of your own,
Yet somewhere inside, you are still boys at home.
Where two familiar voices made the world feel right,
Where love tucked you in and watched over the night.
Now both your parents have journeyed above,
Leaving you memories, heartache, and love.
Two precious lives, whose stories you share,
Whose presence still lingers in the places they were.
Perhaps in the hush of a South African dawn,
You'll feel them beside you, though they have gone.
In golden sunlight, in a breeze through the trees,
In the quiet remembrance that comes unexpectedly.
You'll find them in stories retold with a smile,
In family expressions you've carried for miles.
In values they planted, in kindness you show,
In the parts of yourselves that they helped you grow.
And brothers, be gentle with hearts that may ache,
There is no right way, no timetable to take.
Some days bring laughter, some nights bring tears,
Grief has its own way of measuring years.
Lean on each other, as brothers can do,
For you share more than memories; you share their love, too.
Four separate journeys, yet one family thread,
Woven by all the words and the love that they spread.
And though you can no longer reach for their hands,
Or hear their voices as only you can,
The love they gave you has not reached its end;
It lives in each brother, in family and friends.
So when you look back, let gratitude rise,
For the years you were cherished, the love in their eyes.
And when you look forward, wherever you roam,
May the love of your parents still lead you home.
For parents may leave this earthly shore,
But the love of a lifetime leaves something more.
And wherever life's winding roads may lead you,
A part of their love will always walk with you.