Navigating through the rough waters of life- I am glad to have survived my first year...


Mummy made it look so easy...

We celebrated my First Birthday Sunday last. I am but one year young! It wasn't my actual birth date, which falls on the 6th of April, but papa had his reasons for wanting to celebrate it earlier. It was a celebration with close friends and family in the grounds of mummy's old parish, St Ignatius Church. The proximity to the priests' quarters would mean they would have an easier time attending the party. Father O'Neil who baptised me was there to offer a blessing before the party began. This Church was like a second home to mummy for most of her wonderful life and the location was meaningful and appropriate.

In lieu of birthday presents this year, papa had requested that friends and family donate to the Assisi Hospice- a Catholic welfare charity that takes care of the sick and needy. The money would be directed to a section of the Hospice, the Paediatric Palliative Care Programme. This recently implemented plan is directed at the care of children with terminal illnesses.

The party was fun. We had candy floss, popcorn, balloons and clowns. I managed to stay awake most of the afternoon. Everyone had lots of fun. It was a party to remember indeed.

Papa would like to thank all the kind souls that donated to the Assisi Hospice. In total, almost three thousand dollars was raised for this worthy mission. Papa imagines that mummy will be smiling with approval at all the generous donors. Thank you all for making my First Birthday that much more meaningful, and for helping to lift these children for whom life will be but a painful short journey.