Categories: family
Date: 30 October 2007 09:19:39
Drawing, playing with toys, singing songs, chasing each other around the house, reading books...such great fun. Skye has five fish and a new fish tank, and she took great delight in explaining to me how it all works -- well, in as much detail as an two-years-and-nine-months-old can: "Fish go here, bubbles come here, food go here, rocks put here..."
She told me she was not only coming home with me tonight but she was also coming on holidays with me too. I was rather upset the answer to both was "No". "When I older I go holidays with Ian" was her response. I pray it's so. No doubt when she hits her teenage years, or perhaps before, she'll realise how uncool I am and want nothing to do with me. I'll enjoy my "beloved uncle" status while it lasts.
Thank you for the prayers and thoughts for nan: it is quite hard to see and feel that every night I see her I think this is the worst she can get and the end is hours away, and then I come the next night and she is even worse. I simply hope, and pray, that she is in as little pain as possible and that she has, in the words of the intercessions in the Orthodox Divine Liturgy of St John Chrysostom, "... [a] painless, blameless, and peaceful ..." end to her life.