A Tribute to My Father-in-Law - Laetitia van Schalkwyk
On Friday, 27 March 2026, we received one of those phone calls you never want to get: my father-in-law had passed away. As I sit with the quietness of his loss, my mind travels back forty years to where it all began. My first memories of him date back to 1986. Stephanus and I were still in matric—young, innocent, and at the very beginning of a long journey. Even then, though I didn’t see him often during the day, because he was a Pastor of the AFM Church and a fulltime lecturer, he carried a presence that commanded immediate respect. The Car, the Camera, and a Lesson in Composure He was the one who drove Stephanus back and forth between our houses, and I will always be grateful for that effort; he kept our young friendship alive. One of my most vivid memories involves our matric farewell. Because I had my driver’s license and Stephanus only had his learner’s, his father entrusted us with his car. It was a big responsibility for two teenagers, and naturally, things didn’t go quite ...