Rajamundry
On the way to Rajamundry (14 hours on the road) so much happened. We visited my uncle's grave, my grandparents and my great grandparent's grave. I already had an overwhelming feeling that I had missed out on so much time with them. To top this off poor little Gabby was extremely sick, with no energy to even get up, eat or drink the whole 15 hours. At one of the toilet breaks there was a cute little boy whose mum was the toilet cleaner. I picked him up and gave him some kisses and told the cleaners that my little girl was very sick. To my surprise she and 7 others village people came to the car and started to pray for her. I began to cry as these people who had nothing, (the main lady who prayed only had one eye) came to us to pray for Gabby. they wanted and expected nothing. I knew that Gabby was going to be better, God was showing me that He was always there.
Esther and Joe with Esther's cousin, Aunty and neighbours
Daniel grinding spices Indian Style
Esther, Nikki and Leena
Having fun with neighbours
My step grandfather, (still a very difficult man) did not want us to visit the home/orphanage where my dad was born and raised, he did not want us to mix with my dad's Hindu relatives and tried to control every situation. Many thoughts, but none that I can write.
Old age home:
This once upon a time orphanage- now a home, was where I showed my children where their grandfather was born and raised till Australia sponsored him. I felt helpless in the fact that we could not give much to my dad's home family, as the matron in charge misuses everything and these people are too old to go out and do things for themselves. My plans are to go back one day and spend more time there, like my dad often does. I cant even imagine how these beautiful people still smile and enjoy our company even though their lives have been confined to these small grounds.
Something to pray or be challenged by:
When we want to hang out with our friends, we can. When we have a craving for a certain type of food, we can get it. When we are sick and need attention, we get it. These beautiful people may have only received these simple things a handful of times.
Pray for them- they are too valuable to be left out, and if there is a way that we can help them further, please let us know.
Two Esther's sharing a moment. Granny Esther was like my dad, in that she was born in this orphanage. But sadly has not experienced anything else. Her whole life there, and still smiling.
My granny's grave
This was the most horrible part of the trip. I never felt so disgusted and angry. the state in which my beautiful granny's grave was kept was atrocious. I cant even describe what this place looked and smelled like. She and the others buried there, don't deserve to have their remains in that sort of place. But with poverty and greed high, people cant and don't look after the living, so why would we expect them to care for the dead.
Nanny's grave |
Christmas in India
Christmas was spend Indian style in Kazipet with family. We all wore our new Indian outfits, sang carols, went to a kid's Christmas event, very cute and funny and ate a big Indian banquet of Biryani and lamb curry, prepared by my beautiful cousin Kamala. Daniel loved wearing the Indian outfit and the girls looked like princesses. We later had some fun Bollywood dancing on the rooftop. those with us at Christmas were: Esther's mum, our family, My cousins Ravi, Kamala, Roshni, Rheema and then our kids's cousins Sunny and Shiny.Pretty Gabby Alisha |
Daniel and Alisha |
Sarah Anjali |
Our Christmas family shot |
With our cousins Roshni and Rheema and Aunty Jenny |
Preparing the Christmas Meal outside |
Sisters |
Rooftop dancing- Bolly style |
Best dancer award goes to my big cousin Ravi |