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She would slip into a coma now and then but would wake up stronger in spirits even when her body is withering physically. I was told that a couple of days ago when she woke up, she said that she dreamt that she is not terminally ill and she is happy in her dream and in the garden I made for her. She was admiring the lilac and white bougainvillea that I planted in one spot and wondering why there are two colors in one plant.  You see, there really are two plants in that one spot as I planted them together myself, a white and lilac bougainvillea.  She had seen the blooms on those plants and carried the image to her dream.  When she woke up, she asked why she was in her sick room, that she thought she was in the garden.  So she asked to be taken to the garden, as weak and ill as she was.  She did not want to be taken back to her sick room.  She wanted to stay in the garden and enjoy the sun and the flowers.  So you see, a garden is really paradise here on earth when you know that a terminally ill woman can still enjoy the  garden, the flowers and the beauty of it all. 

I got a phone call from my niece today that Anna has gone back into coma.  I cried my heart out again and got very depressed as I am here in California and not able to hug and kiss her as she is in our native land.  As I was helpless and depressed, I went to the living room and looked outside.  A little brown bird then flew in front of the lawn close enough for me to enjoy the way it was walking so slowly, looking around and trying to find what it was looking for.  I wondered maybe it was not looking around for something.  Maybe God sends it my way to lift me up and dry my tears.  The small bird stayed a very long time, walking around and around, pecking on the grass and coming back closer to the window.  I watched that bird and I forgot everything as I was fascinated by the way it was walking.  I will never forget that sight, a bird waving its tail to me, showing me its graceful walk, God’s way of telling me that we are all His creatures and He takes care of all of us, and enabling me to be strong enough to write this blog.

Again, I beg pardon if you happen to read my blog and you’re offended.  If not, I humbly asks of you to just say a little prayer for Anna.