Again, I mourn the loss of a great friend in Grahamstown, South Africa. His death comes a little more than four months after his wife, Thelma, died.
Derek Henderson was the first person to greet me when I landed in South Africa for the first time in January 1998. He whisked me away for lunch with Trevor and Denise Long, and I took the first of many beautiful drives from PE to Grahamstown.
Some of my fondest memories are with Derek: walking the dog with him, arguing politics over rooibos and lemon, and learning to drive manual shift with him in the passenger seat.
I remember his kind smile, the way he would prod Thelma just enough so she would say with exasperation, "Oh, that's ridiculous."
Rest well, Derek. You were a wonderful man who will live in many hearts.