First weekend in November

Today is the first weekend in November, and whilst staring at sleeping Noah, mummy of Noah came to the conclusion to spend this Christmas with grandmother Ah Lan, whose health situation has worsen quickly over October month. We will not be running back to Scandinavia for Noah's first Christmas, this decision is made while watching your endearing face, remembering the joy you bring to many. Ah Lan may not make it to Christmas truth being. But if she does, it would be a joyous Christmas. Godspeed with Assisi Hospice!

Today is the first time we turn on Wishlight indie music playlist on YouTube for some good old folk sounds, "..closes her eyes and prays for her son.. No, her son doesn't come", the realism of life is that there are no perfection, ".. truth gets lost and get founded in lie.. No, her son will not come".

Some comfort whispering music continues, "..death is at your doorsteps...you are not alone in this... as brothers we will stand and we will hold your hand", as we stride towards clarity.

The last days is to take courage into the business of death, pain or no pain, we are to engrave our Faith (even if it is smaller than a mustard seed) into the Anchor of God.

Psalms 124:8
Our help is in the name of Jehovah, Who made heaven and earth.