House Chairperson, it is with much sadness and a very heavy heart that I stand here today on behalf of the DA to pay tribute to Mr Michael Benjamin Coetzee, who passed away after a courageous battle with cancer. When I learnt of his passing, I contacted a senior official to confirm it, and she replied that it was a sad day for the administration of Parliament. I echo that statement and would like to add that we, as parliamentarians, are also poorer for this loss.
Each of us who knew, worked, and socialised with Mr Coetzee had our own individual relationship with him. When I met him some 15 years ago, I was intrigued by his self-confidence and self-assuredness and wondered about the source of it. As I came to know him, I discovered that the confidence came from his vast and comprehensive knowledge. He was a highly efficient person who understood his job and what was required of him. His experience in different work sectors and his impressive struggle credentials equipped him well for the task at hand. His work ethic was impeccable, and he was a disciplinarian of note. He did not let the controversy of his predecessor deter him and, in a short space of time, he restored full confidence to the Office of the Secretary to Parliament in a quiet and dignified manner.
What particularly endeared me to him were his unfailing courtesy, humility, and fairness. Michael handled his diagnosis of cancer in the same way as he did his work. He was both pragmatic and realistic as the disease progressed, and he explored all the treatment options available to him. Although the disease ravaged his body, causing him huge pain and discomfort, he remained resolute, upbeat and cheerful. I could see his laboured breathing and slow footsteps as he led the procession into the Chamber on 21 May, when we were being sworn in. In my heart, I knew it was just a matter of time before he succumbed to his illness. You know, the body and the mind are incredibly intricate machines, and it was sheer willpower and dedication to his job that got him through that day.
Every single one of us seated here today knows of someone or has lost someone dear to cancer. This disease calls on your inner strength in huge doses. It not only ravages the body, but it also takes its toll on the family. It is not easy to see your loved ones suffering the after-effects of chemotherapy or their going bald or losing their appetite and their strength. He spoke often about his family's support, and to Bridgette, his wife, I want to say, he was so proud of your achievements and the fact that he gave you the space to soar. I believe that he was truly the wind beneath your wings. To Matthew, his son, he spoke so proudly of you as well, and I do not think that you could have asked for a more loving and dedicated dad.
Chairperson, I am proud to say that Mr Coetzee enriched my life, and it is truly a pleasure to have counted him not only as a work colleague, but as a friend too.
Dear Michael, your work here is done, my friend. You wore your illness like a badge of honour. I know that your spirit will guide and look over us. Knowing you, you are probably mobilising and signing up all the angels in heaven for some cause or the other. May your soul rest in peace. Om Shanthi, shanthi, shanthi. [Applause.]