“RONNIE and I were born two and a half years apart. She was like a big sister. We did everything together from being baptised together onwards.
Ronnie was a little older than me and when she left junior high, I thought I would never recover. She was my breath – so when I was told she was dead, it took my breath away from me. I felt like somebody had put a vice around my chest. A part of my life came to my end. I had never before opened my eyes in a world where Ronnie was not living. She was the person who shared all my memories.