today is January 7th
the same date seventeen years ago
at the wee hour of the morning
when I held you in my arms as you
struggled and breathe your last.
The last time Mom and I visited you
at the cemetery was quite some time ago
Not that we have forgotten you but
we believe your spirit dwells
in our hearts and not at the place
where we laid you to rest.
I’m glad I visited you today, Dad
I believe you were at the cemetery too.
I found peace within as I reminisce on the
lessons learned after your passing…
Life is too short to be grumpy
There’s hope in the midst of adversity.
Our success or failures does not
define who we are.
Life is about being joyful.
And there’s joy…
in being yourself
in giving & sharing
in the midst of pain and suffering,
May we find the strength
to let go of our past…
the years of pain and difficulties that
we had somehow survived and have made
us more compassionate and resilient.
May our hearts be filled with
love, joy and peace
as we continue to live
joyfully in the moment.
I hope you’re feline great
as we come to our final journey in 2017.
This is the mewment to look forward
to a brand new year filled with
endless pawsibilities and opportunities.
staying pawsitive is a choice;
nothing is impawsible;
climb every mountain,
follow every rainbow,
and may you find your pot of gold!
May your mew year be clawesome and meownificient
overflowing with love, joy, peace and laughter!
Hello Aunt Ying
I can’t believe it’s been a year since you left us.
I thought about you often after your passing.
And you even appear in my dream twice.
I’m glad you’re now free and at peace,
re-united again with grandma, uncle PW, and my dad.
I believe they were there to welcome you with open arms.
Only when I was in my 20s and started working
that I got to know you better.
You seemed stern and strict to us when we were young.
But the truth was you were kind, understanding and witty.
And you were the aunt that would call me occasionally
to see how I was doing and for that I thank you.
Today I want to remember
… your beautiful smile
… your warm hug
…your caring heart
…your love for gardening,
and your beautiful garden.
Also to let you know that
you’re in our thoughts today and
we believe your spirit still lives among us.
Memories of you will continue
to linger in our hearts and
we will always miss you.
To all who are celebrating Diwali ,
the festival of lights ;
A celebration of triumph
of light over darkness and good over evil,
A festival where thousands of oil lamps
will be illuminated throughout the night;
May the light of hope be there
when we seek it in our darkest hours;
May the light of faith be seen with our hearts
even when our eyes see only darkness;
Let us shine and share this beautiful light
with those around us;
Wishing you delightful moments and
overflowing joy this Diwali and always!
A year ago, we received the sad and devastating news on the demise of our dear friend, Paul Curran. Paul did not have his own blog and I had always looked forward to his weekly guest post over at Mark’s blog on Sundays.
If you want more of Paul’s stories, do hop over to CM’s blog where she has created a lovely space in memory of Paul.
Today I would like to pay tribute to our beloved Canadian friend – a master of words and storytelling who had touched our hearts and made a huge difference in our lives.
“Thank you Paul,
for sharing your beautiful stories.
Thank you for all your
thoughtful, wise and funny comments.
You were sincere, kind & understanding and
it was truly a joy and blessing knowing you.
May you rest in eternal peace and
rejoice with the angels above.”
~ NBC ♡(,,^・⋏・^,,)♡
“So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.”
― Helen Keller
“Why, Lord?” I cried
when I heard about the massacre
in Las Vegas that night.
I recall the last such incident
that I prayed and wished
it would be the last.
Why did this lone gunman kill
all those innocent people?
Was it because of too much hatred
and lack of love?
Was he distraught, brainwashed
or think he can play God?
But who am I to question you, Lord.
For your thoughts are not my thoughts.
I pray that you’ll comfort
the families that are grieving,
those who got hurt and need speedy healing.
I plead for you to stir and awaken
the hearts of those in power
to make it a little harder for
a reckless man like him
to gun down people.
May we who feel so powerless
continue to stand strong in unity
and do our small part
to make this world a safer
and better place to live.
Sometimes life’s tribulations seem like
the series of a raging tempest
and we begin to see life in black and white.
At such moments,
let us ponder upon the beautiful rainbow.
The mystical circular splendour
that appears in the sky after a raging storm.
This magical rainbow is a sign from above
that these trying times would soon be gone.
The colourful energy of positivity and joy
shall then be refreshed in our lives.
And may we in return radiate
the amazing arch of hope
in someone else’s life.