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Vaughn, the past 16 years have been nothing short of eventful.. You have been part of the best times and worst times of my life, either beside me or against me, but either way you were there! The best memory of you, lives on with me daily, she is beautiful, sensitive and has a HUGE personality, she is grounded, knows what she wants and will go out of her way to achieve it!! Sound familiar? Well the apple didn't fall far from the tree. One thing our daughter does have is the best of both of us, unfortunately her total stubborn nature came straight from you, but you got pretty far with it and I am sure she will too. Thank you for the good times, laughs, chats, and thank you for the rocky times.. They both taught me to be the best mom I can be! Rest easy, knowing that Aerin will be taken care of in the best way possible. Thank you for one of the two best gifts I have ever received in my life, I will always be grateful to you for giving me the privilege of being a mom. RIP Vaughn
The last time I saw Vaughn, Jan 2011. With Virgil on the left & myself in the middle.
I first met Vaughn when he was a first-year pharmacy student at UZ. We were introduced by a mutual friend, Deven, with whom I was in high school, who was also doing pharmacy. This was 1984. Soon my old friends Deven, Ayaaz, Bharat and I were firm friends with this Skies’ chap and we were always hanging out together. Now there are very few of you who don’t know Vaughn the legend, so I won’t go into that, but I do want to share a story about another of his loves some of you may not be aware of or forgotten. Vaughn loved fishing. As did we all, so we were regularly going out to Mazowe Dam, Darwendale (now Manyame) or Lake McIlwaine (now Chivero) and occasionally Kariba – usually we caught nothing, sometimes we were lucky but always it was a laugh. We went to Mazowe one typical Sunday in Deven’s VW Kombi (before kombis became ETs) and this was a day I will never forget. We were catching our usual amount of fish (nothing) but as we moved along the shore trying to catch a bite, we noticed this madala fishing from a little island no more than 10 feet by 10 feet and this island was maybe 15 feet from the shore and we could wade to it in knee deep water. Which all 5 of us did. This madala had about 6 or 8 stick rods and we had our fancy spinning reels and high-tech gear, casting way out into the deep and getting nothing. The stick rods started seeing a lot of action, maybe 4 of them had a bite at the same time and the old man did not have enough hands to handle this bonanza, so Vaughn being the generous and helpful soul he was, without any bidding or asking, took it upon himself to “help” pull in these fish. Now as most of you will know, you strike by pulling up the rod sharply to set the hook in the fish’s mouth and Vaughn was always a little cautious when doing this, not wanting to lose the fish he put a little extra oomph in the strike. So, first stick rod he grabs and gives it an almighty jerk, and this hooks the fish but also sends it sailing over all our heads on this little island and it lands in the water behind us and somehow escapes the hook. We all burst out laughing and this happened one or two more times, needless to say the old man was not happy and we decided to leave the island – realise that what I am describing here is the forerunner of what would become the reality TV show Survivor and 5 of us were voted off the island by 1 man and he won the fish prize. Anyway, it was getting late and we decided to head home, so we all jumped into the Kombi and somehow our driver – I won’t mention any names – got us stuck in the mud. Vaughn and I decided we would run up the hill to the Mazowe fruit stand which was a few clicks up the road to find a phone. I don’t remember the details, but it ended up with Abra coming to pick us up from Mazowe and I don’t think she was impressed with us at all – having spent the entire day baking in the sun, playing with fish and worms and now stinking out her car. Random thought – there was a time when Vaughn really, really loved Mr Bean the TV comedy show, we’d watch that endlessly too. We shared a lot of laughs, good times, good food, good music and there are some people who come into your life fleetingly and that’s it and others who touch you deeply and remain friends for life. Vaughn was one of my very, very, bestest friends – for life. I will miss him dearly but always think of him with a big grin on my face and ache in my heart. RIP.
All our condolences go to Vaughn's family, friends and musician fellows in this sad time - we met him in summer 2006 and were lucky enough to attend his performance for his PhD, just Chet, Eric and both of us listening to the Flight of the Bumblebee, a very vivid memory of this beautiful day and of the cheerful, welcoming, talented and yet modest person he was to us
We go way back to st thomas aquinis. We clicked instantly at school. We were the only “goffels” (browned skin) in class. Our friendship grew as we grew up together in CBC Bulawayo. Vaughn was super talented on the trumpet and also competitive athlete and an A student, he used to help me do all my homework. After school I would hang out in his house or he would come to mine. He was partner in crime. Our bond never broke in this 47 years that I know him. Rest In Peace my brother you will be dearly missed.
We remember the first day we met. We had no idea how much you were going to mean to us. We were so awkward it’s actually funny looking back. The polite hellos and small talk. But that didn’t last long. Within a few days of knowing each other we instantly became friends, it’s like we just clicked. In no time at all we knew all about each other and became a unique family. The thing about you is that we knew if you could solve all of our problems you would. But just because you couldn't solve them did not mean you left us to solve them on our own. You made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. You walked with the universe on your shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings. We know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. You continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Your love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. Vaughn, your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure. You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.
Dear Vaughn, I would like to write this letter to you thanking you for being the person you were and the person I needed you to be. It is not easy knowing you are not here I thought you would be around forever, but my heart feels less heavy when I think of our time together. You taught me so much in life and I will always be grateful for the life lessons you shared with me. I hope that someday I can share those same lessons with my children. You always helped me to understand my problems and give me the direction I needed to solve them. We both made mistakes but we never loved each other less for them. I am happy to say I could share one final year with you, I had the wonderful opportunity to share a family meal and a good conversation, a joke and a laugh, a fight and reconciliation, a drink and a story. My fondest memory of this year was on was a meal we shared in celebration of my mom’s birthday. Where I got to hear you say this was all we needed. It was a perfect night we shared stories of past events and future plans with not a care in the world. You were a good person to me and I happy that I had the chance to share part of my life you. I will never forget how both you and Karen encouraged me to get a job, only to come in and give the manager a hard time who in turn would later give me a hard time. Only now that I am an adult I can understand how two adults can have a deep meaningful conversation while looking at a plain white Plascon painted wall. I wish I could turn back time for only a day to have a last final goodbye. The thing I would like to thank you and mom for the most is giving me a brother who is the best parts of you and the best parts of mom. I will always cherish my brotherly love the way you always enjoyed it to be. I love him with all my heart and I do think that he is the most wonderful thing you were able to gift this world. Although I am sad and hurt with your sudden departure, I am happy l knowing that having written this letter to you. There is not one thing in it that you did not already know. We had a special relationship and you cared for me deeply as I did for you. I am fortunate to have spent this last year with you. You may not be here physical but your memory will always live on through me and those who you surrounded yourself with. So to say you are not here simply isn’t true because my heart and the heart of our family will always have a warm place for you. It is a goodbye for now, until we meet again in the next world. Love always you son Andrew.
Dad, I know we didn't have the greatest dad-daughter relationship but that was due to stubbornness on both sides. I am really happy I listened to my mom and put my stubborness aside and contacted you when I found out you weren't well. You were such an amazing person to others and such a good father to Jarryd, unfortunately just not to me, and all I ever wanted was YOUR time. I wished you could have seen and given that to me. Although you aren't with us physically, you will always be with us in spirit. You will never be forgotten. I really did and always have loved you Love your little princess❤️
Such amazing memories of Vaughn he we were honoured to call a friend, so very talented and always so generous, always making sure everyone had food and drink. Wonderful times spent in Hermanus and Cape Town over 20 years of friendship, always full of laughter! He was an amazing man and father! Heartbroken at his passing. Condolences to Karen, Jarryd, Andrew and the Fransch family, gone from our lives but lives in our hearts! Xx
Always a laugh xxx thank you for the 20 plus years of friendship
Karen my friend, i never knew Vaughn very well (having only met him a few times), but i got to know him through you at HDD. I remember many laughs and tears, ups and downs, but most importantly how he was always there for you and the boys. I especially remember planning a pink wedding with Charms and I as the 'flower girls'! I know how important he was to you and the boys and my heart and prayers go out to you all. He has left a huge footprint in many lives and will not be forgotten. RIP Vaughn.
Nikole Vali
Nikole Vali
Vaughn, we are really lost for words and still in deep shock. You called us brother and sister because that's what we all were to each other. We sure are gonna miss you and your giggles. All the houseboat trips but most of all your famous saying "its happening". Someone so special can never be forgotten. It's because you were someone who gave his all unseen. Unheard but always near. Those we love never go away. Vaughn will be greatly missed. Condolences to the Fransch Family & Karen. MHDSRIP. Love the Vali's
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