Wally, my giraffe is named after my grandpa Wally. He was the son of a Swedish Missionary and lived the first ten years of his life in South Africa.
When Jan and I went on our walking safari a couple weeks ago, we stopped at the Tululusia Falls, which is at the base of Mt. Meru.
The falls and creek were a beautiful sight and it was there that I decided to pay tribute to my grandpa Wally and his time in Africa.
I scattered some of my grandfather's ashes at the base of the falls - to bring a little bit of him back to the continent where he lived as a small boy.
After scattering the ashes I was able to pick up a handful of rocks from the falls area to bring back to my dad, brothers and cousins.
Jan, David (our tour driver) and I in front of the falls which is 28 meters tall.
Wally, my giraffe is named after my grandpa Wally. He was the son of a Swedish Missionary and lived the first ten years of his life in South Africa.
When Jan and I went on our walking safari a couple weeks ago, we stopped at the Tululusia Falls, which is at the base of Mt. Meru.
The falls and creek were a beautiful sight and it was there that I decided to pay tribute to my grandpa Wally and his time in Africa.
I scattered some of my grandfather's ashes at the base of the falls - to bring a little bit of him back to the continent where he lived as a small boy.
After scattering the ashes I was able to pick up a handful of rocks from the falls area to bring back to my dad, brothers and cousins.
Jan, David (our tour driver) and I in front of the falls which is 28 meters tall.
Glad to see a new posting. I have missed following your progress over the last few days. I will no doubt go through some withdrawl as the trip comes to a close and the blog slows down again. What is the plan for this blog when you come back?
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this personal part of your trip. God's peace to you, Kari!
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Kari, you made me cry!
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