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🦋 Sending love to my beautiful Aunt🌷

December 29, 2023 | Newbloggycat

Hello again, Aunt Ying

You know…I can still feel your presence whenever I see a butterfly, especially those bright lovely ones.

It was you, isn’t it, Aunty, on that fine morning in early October? You were resting on the front gate for at least fifteen minutes. I was pleasantly surprised by the visit of this lovely butterfly. Its wings were bright yellow and orange at the side and the rest was grey. It looks like a butterfly on a canvas with more painting to be done.

I believe the shades of grey on its wings is a message that there will be storms in this life. And may we find the strength to overcome and feel comforted knowing that no storm will last forever.

I would like to think that your brief visit that day is to show us that you’re still near, thinking about us and watching over us. It’s also a reminder of the fragile short life we have here on earth.

And one day each of us will leave this earthly life behind and fly away like a butterfly. Another gentle reminder to count life in each and every moment and make the most of it.

I want you to know that seven years on, your spirit is still very much alive in my heart. I remember and will always be grateful for your warm welcome when I visited you (I wish I had visited you more often), for checking in on me when you didn’t hear from me for a while, for sharing your thoughts and opinions, for listening without judgment, but most of all for just being you, a beautiful aunt and friend.

Till we meet again as butterflies! ❤️

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Letter to my beautiful aunt

December 29, 2019 | Newbloggycat

Dearest Aunt Ying

As I write this letter to you, my heart is filled with love.

Three years had passed but the memory of you still warms my heart.

You often spoke about the importance of family.

I believe the Christmas lunch party which you organized each year was your way of keeping the family together.

And I’m glad your daughters have kept this tradition going.

You once told me that my presence is more important than the presents under the Christmas tree.

I came, Aunt Ying on Christmas day though I was a little late.

I felt your presence when I was in your home.

Your presence is felt on every floor tiles, the walls and the lights.

Your voice still echoed throughevery room and hallway.

And I hear you still.

You were simple yet elegant.

And you enjoyed the simple things in life, one who cared not about status or luxury though you were blessed with a very comfortable life.

You were connected with nature through your love for gardening.

You need no wi-fi cos you had found the best connection in the beauty of your garden.

I had enjoyed those times just having tea and chatting with you in your living room.

I miss your wit and your wisdom.

I know you’re at peace now, Aunt Ying resting in the arms of our dear Lord.

And we shall meet again one day on the other side of the stars.

Much love, Pat ♥️

one big family