The Beginnings of my Biography to my sis– Debbie Bayvel Victorious over Cancer

Life should be so simple yet it is so complicated. Is that a choice we make or a path we are given to test us and strengthen us, improve our characters and sort the strong from the weak. And yet I am not sure if I believe there are weak people out their only people belittled and stifled by their circumstances. I am not saying there are not by any means only these two sets of people in this place we call our World. In each of these categories there are hundreds and thousands of tiers going off in all directions arrogance pride, ego, self pity, self doubt we all exist in our own honesty or on a stage where the world will never know who we truly are. God created us man and woman equal and strong yet we choose to ignore this and carry on our lives as if he does not exist until crunch time comes and we need him.

Debs, I write this book to you not only as my sister, but best friend, heroine and a person who has not let Life’s struggles get her down. Instead you have risen to the occasion and insured you stayed on that rocky path because you knew no stone could damage your soft and tiny soles, as your Father in Heaven was and always will carry you and when needed let your guardian angels fly you up to an easier and safer point on your journey through this short existence of earthly life.

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A speech to my father Ex Springbok and above all hero daddy

Hi Daddy,

Thank goodness I begged mom and you not to have another baby this speech would have been really long and I wouldn’t have got to say …. Last but by no means least is my part!

I have so many special memories of and with you that it’s hard to choose which one I like best! Most of them involve that special the trait Bronni and I have inherited from you – our driving skills – not only the drunken ones!

You have sunk a car, driven into your Harley with a car, driven home on just metal rims , driven home in a car escorted by police who were then told they could not arrest you as you were home already. You now have a polo 4x4 a Porsche and a golf cart we are waiting to see which one lands up in one of the Blair Atholl dams first!

Dad, from when I was a little girl and you told me that the scary face at the window would get me and then made me run to fetch your smokes in the lounge – I knew that returning to you would always be my safe haven and it has been. Dad when ever anything has gone wrong or right in my life you are the one I look to for advice and support – even though it takes me a few mistakes to realize you are and probably will always be right. You are the best father anyone could ask for you have provided for us loved us, guided us and taught us that living life can be fun as long as it is done with integrity and honesty.


Dad, I love you and am so glad to be so close to you and mom. I know I will be your little Becky forever and nothing could make me happier.

When God created me and gave me to you and mom he knew what he was doing!

To a precious girl and friend who has lost the light of her life- her beautiful 17month old boy.... Jude

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again

Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet

Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget

Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light