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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Sarah Shiphamele, 83 years old, born on April 30, 1931, and passed away on October 4, 2014. We will remember her forever.
July 10, 2015
July 10, 2015
She is my mother, I am her 5th child and 4th daughter. I remember her smile, it was the kind that reflects happiness, love, good health, strength and faith in God. Even when life was tough she had that same smile. When she was alive I used to think she will be buried with that same smile on her face. I did not see it, that makes me very sad.

Her voice, she could be singing as I am writing this note. Her voice was so angelic. She sang all the time in pain, joy, love, anger. She sang to my children, I joint in when she sang good Xitsonga hymns because I knew how she raised us with a song. I wanted to sing for her on the day of her funeral but I was so much in pain I could not be like her [a woman who sang when in pain]. I lost her, I lost her to God Almighty. I guess God wanted to take her back so she can sing with angels from up above.

She has lived, alright, and she has loved. She raised me to be the woman that I am, the woman who smile in the face of danger. I cannot be like her but am glad I am from her. I see me in her. Mhani, if I never needed you I need you now!

Greatest love! Pinki

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July 10, 2015
July 10, 2015
She is my mother, I am her 5th child and 4th daughter. I remember her smile, it was the kind that reflects happiness, love, good health, strength and faith in God. Even when life was tough she had that same smile. When she was alive I used to think she will be buried with that same smile on her face. I did not see it, that makes me very sad.

Her voice, she could be singing as I am writing this note. Her voice was so angelic. She sang all the time in pain, joy, love, anger. She sang to my children, I joint in when she sang good Xitsonga hymns because I knew how she raised us with a song. I wanted to sing for her on the day of her funeral but I was so much in pain I could not be like her [a woman who sang when in pain]. I lost her, I lost her to God Almighty. I guess God wanted to take her back so she can sing with angels from up above.

She has lived, alright, and she has loved. She raised me to be the woman that I am, the woman who smile in the face of danger. I cannot be like her but am glad I am from her. I see me in her. Mhani, if I never needed you I need you now!

Greatest love! Pinki
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