And we were the recipients of such generosity. Here, have my car. Here, stay in my home. Here, let me cook many meals for you. Here, let me spend a week with you, I’ll care for and drive you. Here, have my woolen shirt. Here, i’m going to fundraise so you don’t have to money-worry. Hey, I’ve shined your shoes. Not to mention the gifts you gave me that i will wrap and pack with care.°

I sought clarity on some past hurt, and sometimes received justification that confirmed the gap between us and other times truthful and healing words wove us closer together.

Some people could receive me in my grief and pain, walking me closer to embracing what is. Like my cousin talking me to a stream not too far from where her own baby died. He died in the same year as my miscarriage. And she held me as I deleted the pregnancy apps from my phone through my tears. Or you holding me as I wail and wail and wail for everything that I am losing. Or you staying present when I scream with frustration when i want you to hear but my mouth can no longer make words you can understand. Or when i choke and the smoothie burns like fire in my lungs and nose.

Many people, like my past self, have little practice in “grieving with the dying.” And it was difficult for me and for them too. I wrote a letter sharing my experience of feeling isolated in grief, and that led to healing conversations.

I walk away with a deep sense of connection to people and place. Having been nourished by you, I feel more ready to trust this withering away. My people in Pittsburgh have also been a stellar support system. i am returning to that home with a sense of their arms stretching across the ocean, like the light of the full moon on water, to welcome me

I also walk away with heartache. Many of the places we visited have since been scarred by floods, fires or massive waves. The camp we stayed at at Pilansberg, and hectares of veld around it, are now burnt to the ground. The Marina Beach cafe where you had your ice cream was smashed in by waves. The town of Stanford where we spent a night is under water—the worst floods in a hundred years.

I feel the presence of climate catastrophe, a result of our modern life. And I know that I am contributing to it with all the miles I travel and my Western lifestyle. It is ironic for me, flying back to the US soon, that the airplanes and cars I rely on to bring me home are destroying the home of my body. (Here is an article linking environmental toxins to ALS).

Maybe that is the modern conundrum. I am not the only one in this sticky taffy. We all experience, to some degree, that what secures our comfort comes at the expense of something or someone else. The inequity in South Africa is a burning sore in my heart. I want for all people to feel safe enough and have their needs met, and we are so far from it. I acutely feel the urgency of working together over racial lines to heal and restore and rebuild.

But in my experience not many people share this urgency for action with me. Many people, like my past self, do not see a way to engage in shifting things. I’m not talking about being kind to black folks, or the fact that one has black friends or that one treats your domestic worker exceptionally well. I am talking about being engaged with others, across racial lines, in the work of facing the wounding of our past and the pain of the present and finding the healing and repairing action we need now. For while it is incredibly difficult, it is also sacred healing work that restores us to each other, that gives us back a sense of belonging and I hope, a chance for a thriving future.

It is my dying wish that everyone of us might find our role to play in healing and repairing past harms, and invest in the rainbow nation and beloved community. Smile. Yes, I am serious when I write this because I love you, your children and our country and I want y’all to thrive, together. I want everyone to feel at home, to be at home and not destroy the livelihood of others to do so.

I worry that I am sounding preachy. Please listen through my words to hear the deep ache for wholeness.

Addendum: How’s Hanna?

Some notes for those of you wondering about Hanna’s physical condition, her symptoms, how her ALS is progressing.

Hanna’s back is much better. So far as I know she has experienced only one spasm during the last three weeks.

But her core strength continues to weaken. She can’t really sit up in bed by herself any more. She needs the right support, and has to roll over and kneel on the floor to get up.

She can’t walk as far as she could when she came to Africa the end of July. Maybe half as far, and then she needs support.

Hanna can no longer wash her own hair or under her arms. She feels her arms are weakening significantly. Her left hand is much weaker than her right.

Because of all this, she needs someone to dry her after a shower, and help her get dressed. Eating is becoming increasingly difficult and messy. She needs help cutting food.

This will eventually affect her use of technology for creating and communicating. She continues to write almost daily on her laptop. We have begun the process of identifying and acquiring eye-tracking tech (“I can type with my eyes!”) so she can begin practicing its use for communication, writing, web surfing, entertainment, etc.

And it continues to become more difficult for Hanna’s to communicate with speech. It takes effort for her to be clear, sometimes even with people who talk with her every day. Tools like the speech tablet and “Boogie board” erasable writing tablet are hugely useful.