tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52753658664699720692024-03-22T06:33:03.850+08:00Orange DotOn Thursday evening, January 21, 2010, God said, "Daniel, it's time. Come home ..."Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-83421079512189411642013-01-20T15:53:00.004+08:002014-02-16T12:46:56.898+08:00DOT 220 : PRIORITIES<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Tuesday 29/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 20 in Lourdes </span></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 12</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">hey
jes, chare says (dictating to me right now cos she's still eating) ... a
million thank you, hugs and kisses for standing up to mom and letting
God's will be done (for me to be here) ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">hehehehe ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">now
she wants me to stay here for 10 days ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">but i can't, so she's praying
for that ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">i on the other hand ... still can't believe i'm here ...
and can't believe i met the bishop ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">ok, time to get ready ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">i will write more later ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">dans says hi<span style="font-size: large;">,</span> especially to k<span style="font-size: large;">i</span>sh and the rest of others ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">hehehehe ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">geez, where's his priorities ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">and special message to amah ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he says tell amah, "hi amah, i miss you" ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">and
chare and i immediately said ... awww ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">and he blushed ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">hehehehehe
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">honestly ... he said that in his low-scruffy voice .... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">ok later then...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">diana </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-45614183042521595882013-01-20T15:51:00.001+08:002013-01-20T15:51:27.948+08:00DOT 219 : BOXERS<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Tuesday 29/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 12</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">and dans says, thanks to aunty jessie for makin<span style="font-size: large;">g</span> Aunty D come here ... :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">so now dans woke up and came for bfast ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">thank goodness we brought his clothes ... and socks ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">Justine ... we <span style="font-size: large;">f</span>orgot to bring him more underwear!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he only has 4 boxers here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he looks quite handsome ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he say<span style="font-size: large;">s</span>, "W<span style="font-size: large;">h</span>y only <u><i>quit</i><i>e</i></u>???"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">ok ok ... VERY handsome with his baby pink t-shirt ... and white jumper ... getting ready to go to the bath ... so far he says he feels good today ... and he says he really enjoys the PSP ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">well ... lets keep on praying la ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">i hope today will be even better than yesterday ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">carol, check how long can someone take dexa (steroid) and what<i><span style="font-size: large;">'</span></i>s maintenance dose ...</span><br />
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<br />Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-85004445406499639452013-01-20T15:43:00.002+08:002013-01-20T15:43:17.125+08:00DOT 218 : NAILS<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Tuesday 29/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 20 in Lourdes </span></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 12</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">anyway ... chare is sitting next to me now stuffing her face with buns to prepare for a new day ... they really working very hard ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">bryan especially is exercising like u probably never saw before ... he <span style="font-size: large;">h</span>as lost 10 pounds already ... he pushes daniel's stret<span style="font-size: large;">c</span>her to the church every time ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">while chare holds his legs in the front of the stret<span style="font-size: large;">c</span>her ... now he still has to be on the stret<span style="font-size: large;">ch</span>er so that he doesn't exert himself too much and he can rest when he wants ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he fell asleep during the benediction mass yest ... thank goodness he was on the stretcher .... or he wouldn't be able to rest ... and he would have just slipped off the wheelchair if he was in it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">oh and he looooooooves his PSP ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">he had to <span style="font-size: large;">c</span>ut his nails before handling it ... thank good<span style="font-size: large;">n</span>ess ... cos his nails were soooooo long ... longer than justine<span style="font-size: large;">'s</span> ... all he needed was nail polis<span style="font-size: large;">h</span> ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">and then he said "<span style="font-size: large;">h</span>ey, there's scratches on the PS<span style="font-size: large;">P</span> protector!!!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">oh man!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">so justine and carol ... i dunno ... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">hehehehehehe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">touching of the rocks at the grotto</span></div>
<br />Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-1833036024796335562013-01-20T15:39:00.001+08:002013-01-20T15:39:16.152+08:00DOT 217 : BISHOP<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Tuesday 29/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 20 in Lourdes </span></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 12</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><u><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><b>AUNT DIANA'S EMAIL FROM LOURDES TO FAMILY BACK HOME</b><span style="font-size: small;"><b> IN MALAYSIA<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></u></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">so yesterday (m<span style="font-size: large;">on</span>) was the fi<span style="font-size: large;">r</span>st time, he went for the bath twice ...</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">and
chare said that yesterday he actually said to her after soooooo long
... after his morning bath ... before she came to pick me ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">he said "I
FEEL GREAT!"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">then
after lunch, we went for the bath ... i went too ... chare can't
believe that there was no queue ... she said it was luck ... yippee ...
maybe mother mary tot i have been waiting too long during all my
transits and that i need a bath!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">oh,
and on my flight to pau, i met a pilgrimage group from US with a bishop
and 3 priests ... they said they were coming here to Lourdes to say
mass ... so i tot it would be good if we could join them ... who knows
when was the last time bryan and chare went for Engli<span style="font-size: large;">s</span>h mass right???</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">so
long story short ... we went for their mass ... and after that the
bishop and priests gave dans blessings!!! so that was nice ... they even
mentioned his name during the mass "special blessings to daniel P<span style="font-size: large;">AU</span> and family from Msia."</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">then, after mass, dans said, "was the bishop talking about me? why did he say daniel PAU?"</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">heheeheheehehe</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">you're <span style="font-size: small;">at the far left<span style="font-size: small;"> ... </span>always proud to be an altar <span style="font-size: small;">boy</span> </span></span> </span></span></span></span></div>
Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-13211486724504735762013-01-20T15:24:00.001+08:002013-01-20T15:26:32.736+08:00DOT 216 : HUG<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 20 in Lourdes </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 12</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><u><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><b>AUNT DIANA'S EMAIL FROM LOURDES TO FAMILY BACK HOME</b><span style="font-size: small;"><b> IN MALAYSIA</b></span></span></span></span></span></u></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">hello hello ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">today is tues 9:30 am.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Ok, no need to talk about my travel here la.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">i reached after 24 hrs ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">chare met me at the train station ... we came back ...</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">i walked out of lift ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">not sure what to expect when i see dans ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">then i saw him sitting at dining table ... his back faced at me ... he was eating ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">i quickly ran to him and gave him a hug and kiss ... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">he was his usual smiling self ...</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">then chare said, "dans, why don't u stand up and say hi to aunty D properly ..." </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">and he said ok, while he was concentrating on Bryan's nasi goreng and telur (fried rice and egg) ...</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">and wow, i was sooooo happy when i saw him get up and hugged me (of cos his face was his usual when he hugs girl<span style="font-size: large;">)</span> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">justine, u know his "comfortable" face when he hugs me, right????? :)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">recuperating from your 4th surgery at the waterfall in merbok</span></div>
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Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-88376918086301131872013-01-20T13:59:00.001+08:002013-01-20T13:59:40.246+08:00DOT 215 : COMICAL<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your aunt got your at<span style="font-size: large;">ten<span style="font-size: large;">tion all right.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You grabbed <span style="font-size: large;">the PSP</span> eagerly with both hands, and started inspecting it with <span style="font-size: large;">delight</span>. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At one point, You gave a sudden jerk forward, before peering closely at the gadget, your eyes wide open like You had spotted something You were about to complaint about.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Squinting to scrutinize even more intensely, You <span style="font-size: large;">let out a loud wail</span> that there were some scratches on the screen protector. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your dramatic howl made Aunt Diana laughed. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">She
responded by saying You would have to take that up with Aunt Carol and
Justine, because they were playing with your PSP before she packed it in
her luggage.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Attempting
to erase the marks You saw, You pulled at the bottom of your
tee shirt and started to rub the screen <span style="font-size: large;">furio<span style="font-size: large;">usly</span></span>. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">The marks were stubborn, and would not disappear. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your
facial expression showing child-like frustration somehow appeared
comical in the eyes of your aunt, causing her to throw her head back and
laughed heartily. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Dad and Mom grinned from ear to ear. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">When was the last time we laughed so much?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">When?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Seriously, <i>when</i>?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your mother inhaled deeply, filling her lungs <span style="font-size: large;">gladly </span>with the freshest, sweetest<span style="font-size: large;">, crispiest</span> air, <span style="font-size: large;">she</span> could find in <span style="font-size: large;">France</span>.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Oh, today was a beautiful, beautiful day indeed! </span></span></span></span><br />
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Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-4706482977100260512013-01-20T13:36:00.006+08:002013-01-20T13:45:06.499+08:00DOT 214 : PSP<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 19 in Lourdes </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We arrived at the <span style="font-size: large;">hotel</span> at 1:30 pm. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Walking
into the TV lounge where You were still having your lunch, with your
back facing us, Aunt Diana tip-toed towards You, and let out a surprise,
"Hi Dans!" before throwing her arms around You, from the back, giving
You a big squeeze, and a peck on the cheek.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You calmly turned to her and replied <span style="font-size: large;">gruffly</span>, </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Hi, Aunty Diana ..." before turn<span style="font-size: large;">ing</span> back to your food and continued eating your lunch.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom chided impatiently, </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Daniel, why don't You stand up and say Hi properly?"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Today, You were able to stand. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Hurray for that. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Hearing
Mom's firm tone, You pushed your chair back, and slowly stood up.
Turning to your aunt, You bent down to give her a big hug. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">That made her day.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Watching You both, Mom felt a sudden burst of emotional wave that crashed against her painfully before subsiding gradually. Standing by the side of the <span style="font-size: large;">table, s</span>he watched silently as Aunt Diana brought out the much awaited PSP. </span></span></span><br />
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You were wearing the pink tee shirt that day,<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">and happily showing off </span><span style="font-size: small;">your new P</span>SP.</div>
Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-74207613037569405042013-01-20T13:32:00.000+08:002013-01-20T13:32:08.415+08:00DOT 213 : BOLLYWOOD<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">It was noon. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We were back at the hotel. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Dad was preparing some lunch for You. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You were at the TV room.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Meanwhile, Uncle Peter drove Mom to the train station. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the station, Mom was breathless in anticipation, looking at every passenger that came down from the train coaches. Aunt Diana took her time in making an entrance as she descended slowly from the very last coach. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Hurrying towards your aunt, Mom yelled out her name. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Aunt Diana waved. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">For the next few seconds, there was the Bollywood drama as both your aunt and mother half-ran, half-walked towards each other, with arms wide open, and oh, don't forget the emotional embrace that followed afterward. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Picture all that in slow motion, will You please?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After the informal introduction between Uncle Peter and Aunt Diana, we were on our way back to the hotel. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">Breakfast the next morning with Aunty D. </span></span></span></span></div>
<br />Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-40102982764162515392013-01-19T23:56:00.003+08:002013-01-19T23:56:47.764+08:00DOT 212 : MAGICAL<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Monday 28/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 19 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 11</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A lump appear<span style="font-size: large;">e<span style="font-size: large;">d in you<span style="font-size: large;">r mother's throat.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Allow <span style="font-size: large;">her</span> to take a moment to breathe that<span style="font-size: large;"> line</span> in. </span> </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">I -- feel -- great -- today ...</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Pa<span style="font-size: large;">use to reflect.</span></span> </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">What a magical line ... </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">If only You knew the impact of that seemingly simple sentence <span style="font-size: large;">on</span> Mom and Dad. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">I<span style="font-size: large;">t</span></span> was so very good to hear You say that. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Inwardly
thanking Our Lady with all her heart for your well-being, Mom found herself repeating that
line over and over again in her head, so as to hold on to that magical <span style="font-size: large;">mome<span style="font-size: large;">nt for as long as she c<span style="font-size: large;">ould</span>,</span></span> while Dad and her continued to watched You from a bench nearby.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">I feel great today ...</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Yes,
You're so gonna feel great every day from now on," Mom heard herself
muttering firmly under her breath, as an overwhelming sense of fierce
instinct to protect her son <span style="font-size: large;">swept</span> over her, <span style="font-size: large;">an instinct </span>only a mother could relate and understand.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">On Christmas Eve, your birthday (and Dad's) in 2008.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-91280742627746023482013-01-19T23:47:00.001+08:002013-01-19T23:47:14.061+08:00DOT 211 : RAYS<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="messagebody" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Monday 28/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 19 in Lourdes </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 11</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span>t truly was a beautiful, sunny day that day. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After saying our prayers, we headed to our usual spot beyond the stream, to bask in the sun for a bit. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">During
these moments in the <span style="font-size: large;">sun</span>, it would appear to Mom<span style="font-size: large;"> that </span>God is shining
His holy rays down on You. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Who could blame her? </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You always looked so contented and <span style="font-size: large;">at </span>peace resting in the <span style="font-size: large;">Son</span>,<span style="font-size: large;"> a <span style="font-size: large;">delicate </span>moment so beautiful to watch. E</span>ven though at a distance<span style="font-size: large;">, <span style="font-size: large;">Mom</span> could sit <i>there</i> all day long, just gazing at <i>that</i> sight - forever</span>.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">At one poi<span style="font-size: large;">nt, </span></span>Dad walked over to You. <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom followed right behind.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Dad<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span>removed your blankets. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You brought your knees up, <span style="font-size: large;">as You </span>clasp<span style="font-size: large;">ed</span> your hands together, looking very happy and relaxed. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You turned to Mom with a half-smile on your <span style="font-size: large;">beautiful </span>face, and said, </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I feel great today<span style="font-size: large;"> ..</span>."</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Taken at <span style="font-size: small;">the </span>mall.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-41021596583432221432013-01-19T23:39:00.001+08:002013-01-20T00:05:10.556+08:00DOT 210 : FANTABULOUS<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="messagebody" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Monday 28/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 19 in Lourdes </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 11</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Today, the sun was somehow shinin<span style="font-size: large;">g a little </span>brighter.</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">The rays were <span style="font-size: large;">definitely </span>warmer. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">The sky was <span style="font-size: large;">very much </span>clearer. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We got up much fresher <span style="font-size: large;">today</span> than the previous days. The best part was having You wake up and said that You felt well. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">There was an unmistakable air of excitement in the room as Mom brought your breakfast tray to You.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Aunt Diana will soon be here. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Your aunt </span>ha<span style="font-size: large;">s</span> arrived at the Paris airport, and had taken another short flight to Pao. As it is only a <span style="font-size: large;">twenty</span> minute train ride from Pao to Lourdes, Aunt Diana would be at the Lourdes station at about 12:30 noon. </span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Oh, we were so looking forward to seeing her.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After breakfast, Dad and Mom took You on the carriage for your usual morning bath. Today, we walked with a little lighter spring in our steps<span style="font-size: large;">. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">As for You, well ...</span> </span>You had a ready smile for every person we met on the road. <span style="font-size: large;">There was literally a perpetual smile on your happy face. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span>t was <span style="font-size: large;">certainly </span>going to be a fantabulous day, we could feel it already.<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After the bath, Dad pushed your cart to the candle area, where we lit some candles, <span style="font-size: large;">before heading</span> to the grotto.</span></span></span></span></h6>
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Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-59887152707657831102012-04-29T09:49:00.000+08:002012-04-29T09:49:27.577+08:00DOT 209 : HAPPY<h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Sunday 27/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 18 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 10</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Michelle and Sophia left about an hour later.</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We
had embraced and deep in her heart, Mom had to admit she was touched
and was grateful for their kind friendship. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After all, they were
strangers. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They did not have to spend their time with us. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is true,
that often ... very often ... God uses an unfamiliar, seemingly insignificant, person to carry out
His mighty works.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You went for the bath at 2 pm that day.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While Mom and You spent some time at the grotto and thereafter relaxed and rested beyond the stream, Dad went back to the hotel to meet up with Uncle Peter. He was taking Dad to the pharmacy to get your medication which had finished this morning.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dad came back to meet us at 4:15 pm and said he managed to get the steroids.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As usual, we attended the Blessed Sacrament at 5 pm and Holy Mass at 6 pm, before we went back to the hotel for dinner. You felt better and was able to join us at the dining hall this evening. </span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After dinner, we wrote an email home to Justine. Mom started the email greetings and You took over.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You were in a happy mood tonight.</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Aunt Diana would be here tomorrow. :D</span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mom, Aunty D, You and Justine reading a sign on a tree </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">at A' Farmosa, Malacca in April 2009.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-19423804767929256922012-04-29T09:03:00.000+08:002012-04-29T09:54:59.572+08:00DOT 208 : DEAL<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Sunday 27/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 18 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 10</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">A Priest ...</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">That was far, far, far from your "What I'd like to be when I grow up" ambition.</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">The holy idea came about during a very desperate negotiation Mom had with God. </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">A plea, a deal, she had attempted to struck with God. What else could she do to entice God to see things her way? </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Of course, she had ignored whatever little voice that appeared in her head, telling her that : </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"We cannot tell God what to do. No one tells God what to do. We can only pray that our will is in accordance to God's will, because God's thoughts are not our thoughts. His ways are not our ways."</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Still, that did not stop her determined efforts to pester and bug the Lord - continuously. She would do whatever it takes to persuade God to see things her way.</span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At times when she felt very alone, and could not feel God near at all, she would turn to and cry to Our Lady. </span></span></span></h6>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your Son is being very unreasonable. What could Your Son possibly want with my son? What could my son possibly do for Your Son up there that he cannot do down here? </span></span></span></i></h6>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Please Mother Mary, I'm begging You, from a mother to a Mother, please talk to Your Son. Let my son be well and I promise You, my son will serve Your Son for the rest of his life. </span></span></span></i></h6>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">He can be a priest if that's what it takes. </span></span></span></i></h6>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">He can be a priest. </span></span></span></i></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">And that's how the priest idea came about. </span></span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">You, Mom and Justine on our 2nd day at the grotto.</span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-56162231363057217492012-04-11T11:01:00.000+08:002012-04-11T11:01:32.169+08:00DOT 207 : PRIEST<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Sunday 27/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 18 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 10</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Michelle had expressed, in an unhurried and soft spoken manner, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Do not be discouraged. The challenges in front of us always seem impossible, but when we receive the graces, and we look back, it would seem very small ..."</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Pause ...</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Yeah, small ... like a dot.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">An insignificant dot.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom found herself being comforted by their warm support, friendly presence and encouraging words. It was as though two angels had dropped by to pay her a visit and to lend her some strength. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">They had apparently heard about your wanting to become a priest when You recovered, and both said with much enthusiasm that they would pray for You to be well enough to realize that purpose.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">A moment's silence. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Priest?</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Oh ... </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Oh that ... </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom acknowledged awkwardly.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Casting her eyes downwards, Mom was guiltily silent and could not make a comment on that.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_5KT0w-Z3z7lxgNluy5NQsg9Wmm5uV4Z4EUeCzMYJjwqQiAM3w8PnS4xmFLtvB4_11DjHp18Ad2vx9Iq-rK0wfl-Q0ZEWbkxgoA1xnWrrEfry3fW5pZd-loVPy3Xk-eZ2d4tMwM71OQ/s1600/691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_5KT0w-Z3z7lxgNluy5NQsg9Wmm5uV4Z4EUeCzMYJjwqQiAM3w8PnS4xmFLtvB4_11DjHp18Ad2vx9Iq-rK0wfl-Q0ZEWbkxgoA1xnWrrEfry3fW5pZd-loVPy3Xk-eZ2d4tMwM71OQ/s400/691.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Picture taken on Sept 12, 2009.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">Mass at the grotto.</span><br />
</span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-24515325055852230962012-04-11T10:19:00.011+08:002012-04-11T10:30:03.253+08:00DOT 206 : FELLOWSHIP<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Sunday 27/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 18 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 10</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Grandma called at 6:30 am in the morning.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Uncle Peter (owner of the hotel), before putting the call through to our room, had said over the phone, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"It's your mother ..."</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom did not take the call as she did not want to disturb You. The phone was by our beds. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You were not well this morning. You had just taken your medication and gone back to sleep. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom told Uncle Peter to inform Grandma to call back later. She did, an hour later, to tell Mom that Aunt Diana will be flying over tonight from Kuala Lumpur, and arriving in Lourdes tomorrow noon.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">An instant sense of comfort filled your mother's heart, mind and soul, upon hearing that.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">It was 9:30 am. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Dad had gone for Mass with Uncle Peter.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Sophia, the Korean girl, and Michelle, the Malaysia girl (who fasted and prayed for You the day she heard about You from Aunt Laura), came over to the hotel to pay You a visit. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom informed that You were still sleeping.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We spent some fellowship time together and had coffee in the TV lounge. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Michelle, in the course of our conversation, said some words that Mom felt, had a sprinkling of divine influence. Surely, Mother Mary must have sent her to say those words of comfort.</span></span></span></h6><br />
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</span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-46959549718687080822012-03-31T16:48:00.000+08:002012-03-31T16:48:31.080+08:00DOT 205 : DIARY<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You scribbled the following in Mom's pink diary that night, laying chest down on the bed, your elbows propping yourself up. Mom was right beside You, resting on the bed, whispering a note of thanks to Our Lady that You were well enough to - write. :D</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">By Daniel ... Saturday</span></span></i></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>Actually, the <u>first</u> thing (You underlined first) I'm gonna do is to check out my brand new PSP. Of course it won't be brand BRAND new once Justine is done with it. THEN, I'll jam all night with Dad on my elec guitar. :D</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>I'm thinking of getting Jus a new fone - one with bluetooth AND infared bc she's always complainin' about the phone she has now to me. Not that You got her a bad phone, Dad, if you're reading this. Hopefully, she'll be happy with the fone I'm gonna get her.</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>I'm thinking to get Aunty D and C something nice for Christmas as well. But I can't give Aunty D a phone bc I can't compete with da fones she gets from her bfs. I dun really know what Aunty C likes tho. That's right, this year is all about <u>giving</u> (underlined giving).</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>I received enough this year - the PSP, elec guitar. I'm quite disappointed that I'm not sitting for PMR. Me and Jus were supposed 2 gt laptops. But actually part of me is quite relieved - I mean I couldn't really prepare for PMR.</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>Mom just told me 2 rite abt my experience in da baths. It's actually basically me going into ice-freezing water. But every time I go in, I get a little better - I'm happier, I feel better and I just feel like huggin' everyone I see. Julian gave me a snow globe today he said "Whenever you pray, always think of our Lady of Lourdes." This is the 1st time I'm doing this and I feel less of a man ... But 2 be honest, this beats lying down any day. Well mom is sleeping and I guess I should too.</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>Mother Mary, Immaculate Conseption, Our Lady of Lourdes, help us all to get a goodnights rest so that we may wake up full of life to go to the Grotto tomorrow and pls help me to get better so that I may join Mom and Dad to walk to the Grotto without having to take any trammal (painkiller) and without any pain. That's my goal. Maybe, MAYBE, I'll write again tmr.</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>C U then.</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>Chiaozzz ...</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i>Daniel</i></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><i> </i></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqb1p5cm1J-SWl-V2h2ZVCcgYG5ksXgQ1bnTzVZTtzGT9p7TirCm9NrffIg5zkgf2Yw_P9cM21FRu1AY679ETANJaL_tTIJT46RX_V_q_aSfdFFF7MgsisZ3glxASCyCoLcPyQk7F-EA/s1600/277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqb1p5cm1J-SWl-V2h2ZVCcgYG5ksXgQ1bnTzVZTtzGT9p7TirCm9NrffIg5zkgf2Yw_P9cM21FRu1AY679ETANJaL_tTIJT46RX_V_q_aSfdFFF7MgsisZ3glxASCyCoLcPyQk7F-EA/s640/277.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> Taken on Sept 30, 2009.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You struck a few dramatic poses to show, as well as to entertain, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">your Aunty D that You were feeling much better since she arrived. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We were in the living room of the hotel.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You had us in fits. :D</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-60140378012778423782012-03-24T11:46:00.000+08:002012-03-24T11:46:20.592+08:00DOT 204 : SCRIBBLE<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You hesitated. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom began, "Just say anything that comes to your mind ..."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You remained silent.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your mother encouraged further, "If You know for sure that EVERYTHING You say now is going to happen when we get back home, what would You like to see happen?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You appeared to be thinking.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom prompted, as she started scribbling the words, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"The first thing I'm gonna do is ..."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You took it from there ... Mom continued scribbling as You started to dictate your thoughts out loud.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You said, "The first thing I'm gonna do is to jam all night. I'm going to say HI to Kish. I'm going to keep all my neat gifts in my room, all the rosaries and globe, on my table so I can see them always ..."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At this point, Mom asked if You wanted to write yourself ... and You gladly grabbed the pen and the journal and started scribbling away ... :D</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA1jJEmcDBZ4wuyU0dSK6dTvv7sH31FODzLguLaWrNSL_8bh_o52cA8XbuAtnGjYCS279v1EMyXwVG9s6GDwdx4BpcFihj-1bsZSvYP0v4uZwuNKzzCRytYU3PtsxNlSL62P8fjMt0B0/s1600/18045_294061198364_571078364_3531290_1905445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA1jJEmcDBZ4wuyU0dSK6dTvv7sH31FODzLguLaWrNSL_8bh_o52cA8XbuAtnGjYCS279v1EMyXwVG9s6GDwdx4BpcFihj-1bsZSvYP0v4uZwuNKzzCRytYU3PtsxNlSL62P8fjMt0B0/s400/18045_294061198364_571078364_3531290_1905445_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">Hello Kish ... :D </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">Kish saw You that night after we left your body in church ... Your family know this to be true ... You followed us home ... When Kish came in through the door with Aunt C, Kish was so very excited ... bouncing and bouncing and bouncing ... and panting and panting and panting ... she couldn't be still ... like she had a little fire cracker that was going off inside her ... We couldn't concentrate on our prayers, she was a major distraction ... prancing around and trying to jump on us like she wanted to tell us something ... </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: small;">Mom thinks, if Kish could talk, she would have said, "Daniel's here! Daniel's here! He's surrounded by stars! It's so bright! Can't you people see him? He's here!" Honestly, we have never seen her behave in that manner before, and after that one time, she never behaved that way again. That's because Jesus raised You up on the third day as He promised He would. Now You are safe with the Lord. Praise JESUS for that.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-15593509603260390692012-03-17T23:27:00.000+08:002012-03-17T23:27:53.578+08:00DOT 203 : DISTRACTION<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After dinner that night, Dad went to the grotto.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We had attended the Blessed Sacrament that evening at 5 pm followed by the Holy Mass at 6 pm. You had stayed in the TV room after a late lunch, and was watching an American TV show in French. </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">That night, Mom was with You in the room. </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After reading a few chapters of The Life Of Mary, with You listening very intently, Mom closed the book and put it aside.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">She reached for her floral pink journal on the bedside desk, found a pen, and posed a question.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"What is the first thing You want to do when You get home?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom wanted to create a little excitement for You as a - distraction. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">She felt it was important for You to be able to see beyond our impossible circumstance during that challenging period the last few days and to look forward to something nice that You might want to do. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iPPgXMe_CAsIfKGtbcfo08ehZPHrScTxyHfuj2hJ6iyHzz_el6LyfbiPQZM2q3J9OyjjV3d4UiD2YpnK4-5FTP8f_8mlNNiJqbOGjZjat0pLt0Y1bEX3kPXH86wzkouwkJktXqhojsg/s1600/DSC00569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iPPgXMe_CAsIfKGtbcfo08ehZPHrScTxyHfuj2hJ6iyHzz_el6LyfbiPQZM2q3J9OyjjV3d4UiD2YpnK4-5FTP8f_8mlNNiJqbOGjZjat0pLt0Y1bEX3kPXH86wzkouwkJktXqhojsg/s400/DSC00569.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">On your birthday (and Dad's) on Christmas Eve, 2008.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Justine, Aunty Carol and You at Grandma's house.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-41898581057726926052012-03-11T16:19:00.000+08:002012-03-11T16:19:46.813+08:00DOT 202 : LIONS<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></span></span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">At the time of uttering that assurance, Mom was betting with her life that all those multiple lesions that the neuro-specialist at Pao Hospital had advised from a brain scan taken at Lourdes hospital, had been miraculously frozen and could no longer hurt You. </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">The shadows might remain on the scan, and that was what the doctors had seen, but the body would soon clear them out of the system, she had managed to convince herself.</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Aunt Laura had shared an encouraging thought with Mom after the doctor's frightening announcement at Pao, "that God would have shut the mouths of those lesions. Have faith."</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Just like the biblical story of Daniel who was thrown into a den that was filled with hungry lions. God had sealed the mouths of the lions so that Daniel would not be harmed. Mom found herself clinging on to God's promise with every fiber in her being that your lions too had been tamed by the good Lord.</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">How else could she carry on if there were no hope?</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">She would do all she could to the best of her ability to keep the slightest spark of whatever hope there was, alive and burning.</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">For her son, there must continue to be hope. </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiHKZV5FqdS702_9P2a_mHL_DOQL46ZOuPIVFU7KEYtKSL_JF7LYiS-pzof22mbKPuru_Syr0K9sEOijViytGqt17lFQhqOXABiTwLWyH5dHMRDqGtm8c9LHOTIWtwcaWITLZ5sMmPag/s1600/DSC00254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiHKZV5FqdS702_9P2a_mHL_DOQL46ZOuPIVFU7KEYtKSL_JF7LYiS-pzof22mbKPuru_Syr0K9sEOijViytGqt17lFQhqOXABiTwLWyH5dHMRDqGtm8c9LHOTIWtwcaWITLZ5sMmPag/s400/DSC00254.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Justine and You at Grandma's birthday dinner in May 2009.</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-34952512105012601892012-03-11T16:05:00.000+08:002012-03-11T16:05:49.861+08:00DOT 201 : PLAN<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"You know why I wrote that line on the last page?"</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom raised the question.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You replied, </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Because You don't know when I'm gonna get the miracle ..."</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Yes, that's right ... and You know what? We don't have to know when. As long as we haven't got the miracle, we haven't reached our destination and our journey continues. Okay?"</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom was careful to emphasize that, <u>this</u>, was only a journey. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"We don't care how long it's gonna take us, we just have to know deep in our hearts that everything will be okay in the end ... and if it's not okay, it's not the end yet," she finished firmly.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Silence ... </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"That's the plan, okay? You like the plan?" Mom asked.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Yeah ..." Your lazy smile was back.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Remember Daniel, it's just water You have in your head," Mom reminded confidently. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">It wasn't exactly the truth but it wasn't a lie either.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ7ACg4dIICuXAcZuKnQ4RYB5BC4G_XW48q2kIftaUSpNfyS21cgUo6u0zQk4jHZgGEzshDANqIxXxf9NGU0RgN5oNWqHteonS_2d67XeHUWQR2ujgSrW1RVmUY6saDNWsND6WC12GBM/s1600/DSC00271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ7ACg4dIICuXAcZuKnQ4RYB5BC4G_XW48q2kIftaUSpNfyS21cgUo6u0zQk4jHZgGEzshDANqIxXxf9NGU0RgN5oNWqHteonS_2d67XeHUWQR2ujgSrW1RVmUY6saDNWsND6WC12GBM/s400/DSC00271.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">May 29, 2009 ... At Grandma's birthday dinner at Italiannies, Gardens.</span></span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-85729844751586976162012-03-03T09:20:00.003+08:002012-03-03T18:53:47.566+08:00DOT 200 : QUIT<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">After awhile, You turned around. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I have decided ..." You paused momentarily.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom turned to look at You, propping herself up on her elbow.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I'm not gonna quit," You finished with a grim, that was quickly replaced with a little, almost reluctant smile. Mom reached over and gave your hand a little squeeze. The Holy Spirit was / is definitely working in You. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Praise God, Daniel. That's my boy. There's nothing to quit. We'll just carry on, and do what we have to do, and leave the rest to Jesus. We'll do our part and God will do His part. When it's time to go home, Mother Mary will tell us, then we'll go home ..."</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Our spirits were somehow recharged. You nodded in agreement. More importantly, your smile was back to light up your face.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom reached out for her pink journal, and said to You, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Why don't we do this ..."</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Flipping over to the <u>back page</u> of her journal, she scribbled these words down as she read each word out aloud :</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Daniel - receives - his - miracle - in - the - end."</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QLXAE9U5dpIURkxHilSrm01w3ozf7JZ36WPkPmhBLJpNu95dz6LMUGslDnDMoChrNNyXfpLPlR_Z8O2lvVzboIzZDzq1MnDqbChMA-GR6I5uTDJH2r-zbzXMNeAfqIGy4-gn2Ic6Bjw/s1600/1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QLXAE9U5dpIURkxHilSrm01w3ozf7JZ36WPkPmhBLJpNu95dz6LMUGslDnDMoChrNNyXfpLPlR_Z8O2lvVzboIzZDzq1MnDqbChMA-GR6I5uTDJH2r-zbzXMNeAfqIGy4-gn2Ic6Bjw/s400/1212.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Taken on Sept 28, 2009.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Aunty Diana was with us then for 4 days. </span></span></span></h6><br />
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</span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-34935109975833676192012-02-25T09:23:00.002+08:002012-02-25T09:26:40.564+08:00DOT 199 : PROMISE<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Let's do that, shall we?" Mom asked with much enthusiasm.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your mother added, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"We're not going anywhere at the moment. So why don't we go to the grotto everyday for the next 15 days? We've already done 9 days anyway. We'll bathe in the spring waters and drink from it. We'll just do what She tells us to do, and we leave the rest to Her ... </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mother Mary wants You to stay here for awhile, Daniel, otherwise we would not have missed our flight home. Can You imagine the Mother of God asking the 14 year old pheasant girl if she could kindly come to the grotto daily for the next 15 days?"</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I'm 14 years old too," You reminded rather proudly. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your mother smiled ... before turning away with a sinking feeling as she remembered that Our Lady had also said to Bernadette, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I can't promise You happiness in this world, but in the other..." </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom chose not to mention that. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">That line did not seem to be for your benefit. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Nor her's.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Moving over to the bed next to You, Mom flopped down on the mattress and dropped heavily back. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and her knees were bent at the edge of the bed. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">With one hand resting lightly on your back, your mother continued to ramble on and on and on, trying to assure You that everything was going to be alright. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPLQwUg9YtUdYPVb0w1qzhWf07_VIRl2D3wrAfjR_Qz7oJr1-j-YVbRjWFA0By0_9lL4rdlFmUDtZwyKGFJR_6QgQrJFrAjraHqkP3GMDJI-DwhSSU_qwpq3zEMQjsHtcRpIGvt4FoqY/s1600/256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPLQwUg9YtUdYPVb0w1qzhWf07_VIRl2D3wrAfjR_Qz7oJr1-j-YVbRjWFA0By0_9lL4rdlFmUDtZwyKGFJR_6QgQrJFrAjraHqkP3GMDJI-DwhSSU_qwpq3zEMQjsHtcRpIGvt4FoqY/s400/256.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">We were so not going home yet ...</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Picture taken on Sept 29, 2009. </span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-45316427178367399112012-02-22T22:30:00.001+08:002012-02-25T08:46:00.495+08:00DOT 198 : FIFTEEN<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"I don't know what God's plans are for us, Daniel. All I know is that God loves You. Mother Mary loves You too ... very very much. You must know that by now. We came here for two miracles. We've received the first one already. You remember how painful your spine was. Now do You still feel the pain?"</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Slowly, You shook your head ... with half your face still buried in the pillow.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Your mother rambled on, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"We don't question God. We just do what we're supposed to do. We do our part, and we let God do His part. God already showed us one miracle just so we would believe. The second miracle is just a matter of time. Since we're not going home yet, why don't we continue to go to the grotto for 15 days?</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mother Mary had in fact said to Bernadette, </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Would You be so kind as to come here every day for the next 15 days?" Mom reminded with enthusiasm.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">"Imagine Her asking You that now, Daniel," Mom said with encouragement.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">"Imagine Mother Mary asking You," she repeated, </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">"Daniel, would You be so kind as to come here every day for the next 15 days? Drink from the spring waters and wash yourself in it ..." </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWDilKlVpYkFryeW7EJp9kC97hqkeLvWG457i8U7SP9r4gMOGpUgBROUQYkm-BLqTgFbLK1PdQOhrTmX4XSefmkCA95CtLo0MpGSxtb-cRfzJsIHDV_ye5oMSC094qEfX3vglF2TFwdU/s1600/660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWDilKlVpYkFryeW7EJp9kC97hqkeLvWG457i8U7SP9r4gMOGpUgBROUQYkm-BLqTgFbLK1PdQOhrTmX4XSefmkCA95CtLo0MpGSxtb-cRfzJsIHDV_ye5oMSC094qEfX3vglF2TFwdU/s400/660.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> Taken Nov 27, 2008 at the waterfall resort.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
</span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-37124177982669144372012-02-17T23:15:00.001+08:002012-02-18T11:21:02.493+08:00DOT 197 : RAMBLE<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Caught off guard by your question, Mom found herself speechless for a moment.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Holding your gaze in mid air, she racked her brains for something to say ... anything ... but nothing came to mind. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Every ounce of breath was squeezed out of her body as she saw your eyes welled up, before two big drops of tears rolled down your cheeks. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Seeing your disappointment, your mother felt her heart being ripped apart. </span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We had faithfully completed the 9 days of novena, and we could not help but notice that the miracle we have been praying for, was still pretty much - missing.</span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">You hopped off the carriage abruptly, brushed past your mother, got into the elevator which was a few steps away. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom ran up the stairs, as there was only one elevator. We were on the first floor. Aunt Laura had moved us from the fourth floor to the first when we extended our stay beyond the initial five days.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">In the room, Mom found You on the bed. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">You were lying on your side, your back facing the window. Mom sat down beside You, with your back facing her. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">Wrapping You in her arms, and holding You close, she starting to ramble from one thing to another, in the hope of uttering something that would be of some assurance and comfort to You. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VnTLs4sTTmT54p-0SALUH1-AukWEg_CiH3SPFWHTv6NRnQ4d5n34PTraqeZZLfs3Gr9aQWireYguILR-vOZUDnT93f3z40aGUdFSoUiCIPZtoTktYvQnAgGZDI8-LKb6oeJVKi-gC-8/s1600/293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VnTLs4sTTmT54p-0SALUH1-AukWEg_CiH3SPFWHTv6NRnQ4d5n34PTraqeZZLfs3Gr9aQWireYguILR-vOZUDnT93f3z40aGUdFSoUiCIPZtoTktYvQnAgGZDI8-LKb6oeJVKi-gC-8/s400/293.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> On the train to Lourdes on our first day.</span></span></span></h6>Lynn Phuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10672183596923072641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275365866469972069.post-16502485802786685112012-02-17T22:40:00.000+08:002012-02-17T22:40:13.238+08:00DOT 196 : SILENCE<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-weight: normal;">THE FINAL CHAPTER : A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY (Sept 2009 to Jan 2010)</span></span><br />
</span></span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span class="messagebody">At the Grotto of Our Immaculate Conception, in Lourdes</span> <span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Daniel (14+ years old) (Saturday 26/9/2009)</span><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Day 17 in Lourdes </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">NOVENA DAY 9</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"> </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You were quiet and appeared to be deep in your thoughts.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">We made our way back to the hotel. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Arriving at the hotel, Dad pushed your carriage through the basement door, at the lower ground, while Mom held the door open. You were lying quite still on the carriage.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Leaving Mom and You to take our time to get to the dining hall, Dad left us and went ahead to the kitchen to prepare some lunch.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">As You slowly pushed yourself up to a sitting position, Mom folded up the woolen blankets. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">You sat very still. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Mom turned to look at You, and You returned her gaze. </span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">No words were spoken.</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody">Finally, You broke the silence and asked quietly,</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><span style="font-size: large;">"Actually Mom ... what's wrong with me?"</span></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Taken at a Health Cafe on July 30, 2009. </span></div><h6 style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messagebody"><br />
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