Her Growing Up Years (I)

On this day of 三月初七日, the Lunar year of Rabbit in 1927, mum was born to the Loh family (Her dad 罗德昌 and mum 罗陈氏阿三) at about 5pm.

Mum is the second in line with two other brothers.

Back then, life was truly hard. It was especially difficult where only boys were favoured above all else. Mum received countless beatings from paternal great-granny and her older brother. But she clearly loved her younger brother dearly.

Many a times, mum sought solace from her mum, our grandma, who would nurse mum's wounds tenderly. Mum had always said that grandma was one of the kindest souls on earth and she would love her family unconditionally. This must have influenced mum greatly as mum is really an epitome of unconditional love and compassion herself.

Since toddler days, mum had always been fearful of the dark. But she was determined to lessen the family's burden. She would wake up as early as 4.30am to help out in the housework and the farm. And when the farm reaped nothing, she would try to make ends meet by bringing some basic handiwork to the market for sale.

I remember that once, while she hastened her move in the early hours of morn to bring harvested goods to the market for sale, she fell and hurt her forehead bad. But the fall did not stop her at all. She continue to head for the market and did not head home until the goods were completely sold.

That is how responsible and resourceful mum was.

(to be continued)

思痛妈妈。。。。。

突然的
悄悄的
排山倒海的
脑海时不时的都充满了妈妈生前的音容笑貌

而每当想起妈妈时
一种痛彻心肺的悲伤油然而生
泪也不由自主地滚滚而下

我知道
人的生老病死都是不可抗拒的自然规律
可是
妈妈
那种割舍不了的亲情真的让我好难适应

思念妈妈的我
总希望有机会问妈妈
您在那里好吗
衷心希望我那充满爱心,宽宏大量,一心向佛的妈妈
在那里能好好歇息,好好修行,好好修心

妈妈
相信您一定看到我为您祷告

妈妈
相信我
在这里
我会一步一步的
积极照顾自己
好好修行

妈妈
我爱您

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep..

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.



Mary Elizabeth Frye

Two Weeks In Memory....

Time waits no one
Two weeks have passed
Without us realising
We are still struggling emotionally
Missing every moment that we have had with her

Today standing by her portrait
Her loving face
Her gentle smile
Her twinkling eyes
Seem to say that all is well

She now lives in our hearts
The core of our life essence
Her words, actions and all of her beautiful legacy
Shadowing us in every breathe we take
And guiding us in every step we make

Nothing's changed
We kiss her
We talk to her
We listen to her
We feel her

This moment...every other moments...
We continue to love her...
We continue to remember her..
We continue to cherish her..
In our hearts...

MUMMY

Mummy dearest has passed on at 10.10am on 13 May 2009 (Lunar Year of Ox, 四月十九日）

The pain doesn't seem to end.
The longing doesn't seem to end.
The flashback doesn't seem to end.
The tears doesn't seem to end.

The appreciative joy seems to go on.
The gratitude seems to go on.
The love seems to go on.
The learning seems to go on.

And life seems to go on.

What is important.
This very moment?

Carry on.
Move on.
Step by Step.
Contemplating.
Wisely.
Diligently.
Rightfully.
Compassionately.
Mindfully.

One day.
We will meet.
Again.
Again.
And Again.
Till we achieve the Ultimate.
Together.
The Nibbana.