Visiting mum at the temple has become a daily ritual. The little chat and some words of endearment never fail to bring gentle comfort. Yet, the void that she has left behind remains strong.
Miss her voice, her loving words, her hearty laughter, her hugs and little kisses...
It's going to take time
Mum...
May you be well and happy
May you be free from physical and mental sufferings
May you be free from animosity
May you be safe and protected
May you be guided and blessed by the Triple Gem at all times
May you achieve the bliss of Nibbana soon
Love You Mummy.
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Three Weeks In Memory.........
It has been 21 days since mum left us.
The reality remains so surreal.
I remember both Wei Yih and I sang this song at our wedding dinner, dedicating it to our mums for grooming us into what we are today. Their devotion and wise words never cease to inspire and bring value to our lives.
Today, the song is especially poignant.
This is a classic and no other songs can strike such an emotive cord the way it does.
So is our beloved mum.
She is a true unique classic person and in our eyes, no others can rival her amazing love, generosity and wisdom.
Missing her is really, an understatement........
Saturday, 30 May 2009
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)
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)
Friday, 29 May 2009
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
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
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
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
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
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