We went into Gaborone to the final day of the Agricultural Fair. The last day is mostly sales of goods by the exhibitors. Anita was hoping to purchase authentic Botswana clothing, and found two dresses to purchase. One she loves, and the other, well, let's just say she and Njale tried to return it, and the proprietor of the shop was quiet upset at the suggestion that Anita no longer wanted her 'beautiful' dress. We also purchased the new element for the hot water heater, and some more plants for the garden.
When we got home we found that some people had stopped by to say goodbye - Sputnik, Njale's mother and the man who came to fix the hot water heater. Goodbyes with Sputnik and Mama were quite emotional - they both loved Brian deeply as brother and son. I represented his family and this made their pain fresh again. I was able to walk in the garden with both of them separately, and expressed my determination that this part of the Trennepohl family will not be
Sputnik admitted that she found it difficult to be with me because I reminded her of the loss of Brian. He died so quickly and unexpectedly, that no one in Botswana or America was ready for his loss. She understood that I love all of them as family and we cried together while in his memorial garden. She promised to help me know when assistance is needed from those of us in America.
To bed early because of a very early wake-up call tomorrow.
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