Ou, bekende reuke neem Dave terug na sy kinderdae en sy geliefde Ouma Lily.
Die herinneringe is soms so helder soos gister.
Ek was vandag soekend na die graf van tant Ella.
Only through repeating small rituals, can we maintain our sense of self, and our sense of belonging.
The night of the earthquake, another story played itself out deadly on Robertson.
Dave remembers Grandma Lily, the navels of Robertson and the rites that must continue to exist.