Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Mother, who is wonderful, speaks just a little English, and said to me 'My Friend Megan', with a beautiful smile on her face. And I said 'My friend P...' (We've been asked to keep names confidential) She reminds me of Ranee, Victor's Mum, and is gentle and caring in a similar manner.
Our guests are Karen, like Victor, and joined in when I sang 'Si Podre wa', a song Victor and his family taught us at Rachel and Victor's wedding. I was wearing my Karen clothes, and so was P. Mine were pinned, and she showed me how to wrap it without pins. It stayed up for about 5 minutes, and then began to slip off....
It is such a wonderful honour to have them staying with us. They are so full of love and joy, after all they've been through. They are Burmese Karen, and have been in a refugee camp in Thailand for a long while before coming here, to their new home. They'll be with us 12 days, and then an apartment will be ready for them.
I love them already! It is such a gift to us to be getting to know them. The 5 children, their 3 and our 2, are playing up a storm! And Bens and Father are the same age. He taught Bens the meaning, in Karen, of all their names, word by word.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Love to you all,
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Thank you dear family and friends for your loving support.
Yesterday morning, Nana dreamt Jesus was pulling her big toe, saying 'Are you coming home to me?' She left me a voicemail message saying 'I love you my daughter. See you in heaven!' Bens, Eowyn, Cosette and I went out to be with her. Her delightful sense of humour is very much still present - there was much laughter around her. In this photo Nana is being His Holiness the Dalai Lama, whilst Kat and I laugh uproariously. The three of us had a very precious time, reading from 'Celtic Daily Prayer'. Nana said in heaven she'd have the teapot ready and waiting for us, and Eowyn and Coco (who were holding her hand and stroking her feet) for an 'Ady Ladies' Teaparty' in heaven. Bens, Nana and I sang together, songs about Jesus she loves. Bens wonderful laughter and Nana's wonderful laughter joined together, and Kat's and Nana's Mom Kaye's. It sounded like a beautiful symphony. Nana's husband Bucca was very sad. He and Kat were taking care of her and doing all sorts of practical things, like attending to her intravenous pain relief, and giving her drinks of orange juice.
Nana's soft blue eyes were shining, sparkling, looking at each of us with love and hope and peace. In the middle of a deeply sad goodbye-ing, Jesus and Nana gave us hope. She sang us an old song about how on the mountains and in the valleys, in life and in death, Jesus is constant.
Here is one of the prayers I read to Nana, with Kat:
"The shade of death lies upon your face, my loved one,
but the Jesus of grace has His hand round about you;
in nearness to the Trinity farewell to your pains;
Christ stands before you and peace is in his mind."