How my childhood is fading from my memory fast these days. Certainly, there is no more nostalgia that much whatsoever.

Anne Mooney, my most cherished and only fairy godmother,like in cinderella, is dying. She says she is ready and was brought to hospital for palliative care.

For a while , all the way to up to 4 years ago, i reminisced fondly about our Noel all together with my godmother's family. It turns out the children are quite closer to my sister than to me. 

If I knew a prayer to the daikinis, I could offer that for my godmother so sweet's safe passing.

I am listening to the virtuous hood tonight: old ladies and children, charlotte and billy, the calonga, singing tibetan bowl on cd...I hear mother and children on the street to the sound of monks in the kitchen. This moment is way more eternal to me than many past moments in the childhood of mine where I have kept no relations except my family. I will ALWAYS connect very closely to all my pets if I ever must meet them again. i cannot say the same with most people in this lifetime. Nowadays, I get much moral light support from mom and dad. Just chit chats about my woes with hubby, with a touch of humour and not too heavy to them. Because it is not too heavy for me. These days. amen! May God protect us from ill health, poverty and accidents. Om mani padme hung