“You call this archaeology?” [Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade]
“You call it luck. I call it destiny.” [The Man Who Would Be King]
“I take the good with the bad. I can’t love people in slices.” [First Knight]
“No thinking—that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is…to write, not to think!” [Finding Forrester]
“May God grant us the wisdom to discover right, the will to choose it, and the strength to make it endure.” [King Arthur]
Three week ago,
Shaye, my 8-year old daughter
bought herself a blue budgie and a bird cage.
And she calls her Ebi
(named after her favorite Japanese food, Ebi Sushi).
Ebi is the sweetest little thing.
You know what they say about pets and their owners being so alike.
Well, Ebi was just like Shaye – cheerful, noisy and messy.
When we’re around she’s the most obedient sweet little creature.
This morning , when we woke up we were shocked to find Ebi’s lifeless body,
her head stuck in between the bars.
Perhaps she got curious, stuck her head in between the bars,
panicked and broke her neck.
Just two days ago, I was playing with Ebi and
noticed the bar spacing at the bottom corner of the cage was a bit too wide.
But I did not give it much thought nor did I mention it to hubby.
I believe if I had said something about the wide spacing,
he would have done something cos he’s Mr Fix-It.
Again, I had ignored the inner voice hinting that something is wrong.
It’s a painful and unfortunate incident and a lesson of life and death for Shaye.
But I’m thankful for the joy Ebi brought and the time spent with her.
Oh, how she loved watching television with us in the room at night.
And a reminder that life is fragile and we must enjoy every moment.
Little by little we will let go of our loss but never of our love.
Fly free now, sweet Ebi!
We love you and you’ll be dearly missed.
“May the winds of heaven whisper softly in your ear –
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad!
Thinking of you today on your special day.
Sending you much love and loving thoughts.
Until we meet again on the other side of the rainbow!”
“The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living.
The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time.
Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.”
“After Your Son lay three days in a dark hole,
you turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday.”
– Max Lucado
“Saved by by His grace.”
Going on 18 years now since my dad was called home.
And it took me a long time to realize that
the process of grieving is not
something one can ignore.
It is not about being weak or strong
or how long one should grieve.
Grieving is a journey of acceptance.
A new way of seeing.
A lesson on life and death.
An awakening to living a true life.
Grief is an act of love we have
for those we love and hold so dear.
It is really a journey of love in the presence
to a new journey of love in the absence.
Hello again, Aunt Ying
I thought about you today. Though it is nothing new as I often thought about you in silence and whenever I see the beautiful plants and colourful flowers at the nursery near my home.
I remember those times we sat and talked. Talking to you was always a treat.
We once talked about life and death. You told me that one day you will die and I said, “Aunt, please don’t say that.” But you said, “It’s a fact we must all accept.” You then showed me a beautiful photo of yourself and said it will be the photo of your final journey.
Not too long after that you told me that you had trouble sleeping and you were getting quite forgetful. I did not feel anything amiss at that time cos I was rather forgetful myself too.
I feel sad and helpless when you told me you could no longer drive or do your own shopping. I know how much you loved to be independent. You said you would never want to be a burden to your family.
Also, you often spoke about your two loving daughters, both have made you felt really loved and blessed as a mother. And how much you loved and enjoyed being a grandma to your two wonderful grandsons.
I thought about my visit to your home with Sydelle and Shaye in November 2016. You said you felt very tired. Though you did not say much on that day, you looked at Sydelle and Shaye and uttered “They are very beautiful”. Something you often said about the girls when we meet. I’m thankful that we visited you that day. But I never thought that would be our last goodbye.
Today, I will light a candle for you to let you know,
I miss your smile
I miss your voice
I miss your wit and your wisdom.
Rest in peace, Aunt Ying!
I shall see you one day on the other side of the stars.
Much love, Pat
“Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love,
they depart to teach us about loss.
A new dog never replaces an old dog,
it merely expands the heart.
If you have loved many dogs
your heart is very big.”
Remembering our gentle monster today, exactly 4 years since his passing. Forever loved and always in our hearts.