When Dad passed away I was asked to offer a speech at his funeral on behalf of the surviving children. I had been nursing dad for about a month before his passing away. I had been on the road for over two days and two nights from Bloemfontein to Bulawayo for the burial. I was mentally and emotionally drained to summarize a proper speech that would have been a fair representation of I and my young brother's experience with Dad. I gave a very short...