
Grandma and I
attended the Station of the Cross
in the morning of Good Friday

We came early to the church
as we know it would always be crowded

The Crucifix covered with purple cloth

I saw a man being ushered in a wheelchair. Mom told us, the man is happened to be a priest. An old retired priest. His name is Rev. Fr. Augustine Amandus and he is from Papar. Mom further informed us Fr. Amandus is the first Kadazan Priest.
Then she told me a story ;) Once upon a time, on the day of my baptism, Fr. Amandus asked my mom of my name. Mom replied
"Gwynth". He then, after making a deep thinking, said
"Oh! it's a name from Irish. An Irish Saint". My mom said, luckily he didn't ask how to spell my name *LOL* And by the way, he wasn't the priest who baptized me, it was Mgr. Primus Jouil who according to my mom had difficulty in calling my name *LOL*