God, Happiness and Life

Photos taken last night at Nigel's birthday dinner. The head of the brood, Jerome, Belle, Andre, Nigel, birthday man and Jet, Nige's bossom buddy. Nigel, Andre, the band leader, Jerome, and Jigs The men and a Belle.

My Uncle was buried yesterday, Sunday at 2:30 in the afternoon, local date and time. His funeral rite was administered by someone who is called a deacon. A deacon is: " a clergyman who assists the bishop and priests. He is ordained, not to the priesthood but to service. He has a three-fold role of service: - Charity in which he is of service to the community. - Word in which he proclaims the Gospel and preaches. - Liturgy in which he assists at Mass, is an ordinary minister of the Eucharist and baptism, witnesses marriages, leads the community in prayer, especially funeral services and the Liturgy of the Hours. The deacon finds his identity not in what he does, but in who he is. Deacons minister in many different settings from the traditional parish to prisons,

My Uncle Tilyo who was stricken with Cancer died last Tuesday at 10:00 in the morning, local time. I saw him on Monday and I could not hold my tears when I saw him in the hospital. I whispered into his ear that if he wanted to rest, I thought and along with every member of his family, that he must lean on the Lord to guide and be with him at the end of his road. I told him that my father, his brother-in-law, along with the rest of siblings, an elder sister and a younger brother and other deceased relatives, will all be there at the gates of Heaven to welcome him. Later, his children decided to bring him home because the doctors thought it would be best. What's sad was his determination to reject even the dextrose :-( And so we went home and put him on his bed. He had already began to wither aggressively away. In my mind, it would not take long, from the looks of him, it would not take 72 hours he finally expires. In the afternoon of that same Monday, my son who was with me at the