Encounters with myself … others … Life !
In a little pearl shaped island called Serendipity far, far, away in the Indian Ocean – there lived a beautiful young lady who was so accomplished in sports that she was the talk of the town. People would come from miles around to see her breaking records and winning trophies.
Now at the same time there lived a handsome young man with a charming smile and an even more charming manner who was so popular that he was asked to be Master of Ceremonies for many lavish celebrations.
It so happened that one fine night the young lady too was invited to one of these fairy tale celebrations. The moment the young man saw her dancing, he was so enthralled with her that he left his duties of EMCEE to dance with her all night.
That is the beginning of Our Story.
Very soon the young man and the young lady got married and very soon after that the young lady had some good news for her young husband. They were both over-joyed and made all preparations to welcome a new little baby.
When the big day arrived, the young man could not stop pacing the floor. He was worried for his wife but also thinking of all the wonderful things he would do with his little baby. As he was pacing the floor in the hospital, the doctors came out and gave him the news that men all over the world hear every day – but it was the very first time that he was hearing it. He was now a Daddy to a little girl. He was overjoyed. But the doctor continued speaking in a sombre voice.
The young man’s heart skipped a beat. Through a haze he heard words like premature babies and simultaneous heart beats … and then the incredible “there is another baby on the way!” Imagine the young man’s joy. Two instead of one!! His first crazy thought was that he has to buy a second crib. Without stopping for a moment he rushed out of the hospital to purchase one.
The little ones could not however use the cribs immediately. They were both so very tiny – 2 ½ pounds and 3 pounds – that they had to remain in hospital for some time.
But when they were finally brought home, what a celebration there was. The young man and the young woman decided the first one must have a gypsy heart – for she was so eager to travel from the comfort of the womb to the world outside – so they called her Romany which means gypsy. The second one looked less robust – fragile like the petals of a rose so they called her Rosanne.
Being devout Catholics they also chose a saint’s name for their little girls. The first born was named after St. Francis – a name also shared by both parents, whilst they chose ‘Therese (whose feast is on October 3rd) for the other little girl. .
And so it was that Gypsy Romany and Rambling Rose entered the world 61 years ago today.
How they have spent these years is a story for another day. For the present we celebrate their lives and the many graces showered on them 🙂