Caregiver

Yep, I'm a Sharonian. Blame it to my mom who used to take me to her movies as a little girl :). When I visited my cousins in England, one of them mentioned that Sharon was just there to shoot a movie. Of course, I had to google the film. I just watched the trailer and it made me cry. It portrays the life of a Filipina caregiver there. I met a true-to-life caregiver. I was delivering a package for her from her daughter. She, in turn, sent money back. I can only imagine her sacrifices in pursuit of a better life.

Here are some pics from the London trip.


The London Eye


Stonehenge




Reunions with Dancel and Ate Bebe




Tower Bridge and Tower of London


Windsor Castle

passport

after numerous calls to the post office and the french consulate, i finally got my passport today. whew! i thought that i would have to cancel my trip due to a lost passport. but it looks like the trip to london and paris is a go :).

i stopped by the house today, it looks like someone has taken up residence there. it seems like somebody has been sleeping on the bed. they still continue to strip the place down. my ancient tv and microwave is gone. my nice desk is gone. my books and papers are all over the floor. what a mess! i'm realizing that i probably won't go back there anymore.

i did find my 5th apartment. i'll be subletting a classmate's apartment in june. the condominium complex is a former five-story factory building located in the current arts district of indianapolis. the factory manufactured women's silk hosiery. at its peak in 1929, they sold 12 million pairs! however the discovery of nylon in the 1930s spelled doom for the company. in the '80s, developers renovated the space into 69 unique units. in 2008, i get to live there :).

Langit

I left the apartment at 4 o'clock in the morning. I was in the unit by 4:20 a.m. I glanced at his room knowing that something was amiss. I looked for his chart and it was nowhere to be found. Every morning for the last week or so, I have been afraid that it would be the day. His nurse saw me. She asked me if I already knew. I shook my head. She recounted the events of yesterday. She told me that his body is still there. We went in and there he was, all bundled up, looking very yellow. I didn't think I would cry. We all knew it was coming. By the time he was my patient, he was already fastly deteriorating. I told the nurse that I'll just stay for a little bit to say a prayer. The tears started coming. I know we don't pray for the dead. But I just felt like asking God for grace, for grace that babies go to heaven.

Somebody just asked me the other day if I think that babies go to heaven. I said that I don't know. If they are not in the body of Christ, only God knows of their fate. Only God knows.