Day 133 (Wednesday, 16th August 2006): I had a busy day again on Wednesday. We had an infant massage session with Aunty Sharon. She was introduced to papa by Aunty Julie and Uncle Bernie. Who would have believed that I would fall asleep just before they started the session. Papa was a little disappointed. But the show had to go on. So he continued the session with a practice plastic doll that Aunty Sharon had brought along. Papa was shown how to massage the legs and the feet for starters. It was an interesting session. Aunty Sharon was a very enthusiastic instructor. Hopefully I will be awake for my next session.

We then went to visit my great grandma Claire. My papa loves her very much. She has been the largest spiritual influence in papa's life, and someone from whom he has derived great strength from. We spent the morning praying with her at mummy's niche at St Mary's Columbarium. Aunty Prisca and Uncle Jeff then joined us for lunch as they were eager to catch up with me and papa. It was a hearty lunch in more ways than one. After lunch, papa, Aunty Mely and I returned to our home where mummy used to stay. Papa needed to check on the house and collect some personal effects. It was a very soulful afternoon. I can tell papa is still broken deep inside. He is wondering if we will ever be able to return to our home, the seat of all that was cherished in his life. We will pray to mummy for answers.

We ended the day with a visit to Father O'Neil, the Jesuit priest from mummy's parish who baptised me on the first day and also administered the last rights for mummy in the operating theatre. He was very happy to see me and amazed at how much I had grown. He was very concerned for papa's well being too. They both had an emotional conversation about mummy's passing. Father O'Neil remarked to papa how he had listened to mummy's recordings of church hymns that she had arranged and sang while playing the piano. He was impressed with the musical virtuosity that she displayed and the perfectness of her pitch in those recordings. Papa could only nod in a tearful acknowledement of something he knew only too well.

Dearest mummy, fill us with your spirit so that we may face each day with courage. Help to heal the hearts of all that have been so deeply affected by your premature passing. We all love and pray for your very much.