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🕊Dad’s 22nd Anniversary
Hey Dad, it’s me!
Today is your
22nd anniversary.
I’m reminded that
your greatness was
not in what you have
but in what you give
without expecting
anything in return.
And today,
I will remember you
for who you were….
a warm, kind and
generous soul
resting in
heavenly peace 🕊
A lovely Sky Vine for my beloved aunt!
🕊Hello Aunt Ying,
yesterday I saw
this lovely purple flower
peeping through the door
as I was walking out
from my work place.
And today this flower
came to my mind again.
I believe you’re up there
in heaven looking down
at this same flower.
I think it’s a Sky Vine.
I’m reminded of all
the conversations we had
and thought about
the things that
were left unsaid.
In remembrance
of you today,
I choose…
calm over chaos,
joy over drama,
peace over conflict,
respect over disregard,
love over hate and
clarity over confusion.
Six years on,
I still think about you often
and miss you dearly still.
Much love, Pat 💕

🕊 Happy 90th Birthday in Heaven, Dad! 🪷
My dearest Dad,
It was not my intention to write this on your birthday with such a heavy heart. You know I’ve always been real and brutally honest about the matters of the heart. And I know I had to write this to heal my wounded heart.
Two days ago, I was blamed, criticized and humiliated with a whole load of nonsense and distorted facts. And this happened over an email I had written which was not even addressed to her but to her significant other. You know who I’m referring to, Dad. I don’t need to mention her name here. Aren’t you glad she doesn’t carry your surname? She thinks that she can just overstep and attack me sarcastically and vindictively about issues in the family that she had no first hand knowledge.
With the recent email and the limited knowledge she had gathered over the decade, she boldly exudes authority to point her finger at me. She hit me below the belt. And further sent what seemed like an endless text message with false accusations and derogatory remarks about me and my personal life. She made me look like an outcast, a good for nothing sibling to her other half. Yes, I messed up, Dad. I’ve made some really bad choices. But, I’m not afraid to acknowledge them and be vulnerable about it.
I know that you too had been in such a situation once too often, Dad. We have both been misunderstood by our good intentions, sacrifices and sincerity. But we know who we are, Dad, and it doesn’t matter what others think about us.
Just like you, there’s no need to explain or to defend myself. Everything she said was in fact a reflection of her own failings and insecurities. My heart is clear and at peace. I’ve always been myself and I’ve done my best within my means for the family.
So I just gave her a short reply and said she’s entitled to her own views and opinions. I then left the conversation. I have no time for her drama and her twisted facts.
But you know what hurt me the most, Dad. It was when she said I have been a selfish sister and that I never give back. And what I had written brought no comfort but only burden. She said I don’t even know how to take care of my own mother. It was uncalled for cos she was in no position to comment on behalf of my brother.
She shamelessly put herself on the pedestal and said Mom once told her she is a blessing to the family and she was the one who brought the family together. Ha!
Perhaps she should answer the following questions* before she lash out at me:-
*Who was the one who helped care for Dad after his brain injury which left him half paralyzed due to the delay on the surgery? And I was only 15 then.
*Who was the one who helped Dad get to the bathroom to have his bath? It was not an easy task cos we do not have an attached bathroom and neither did we have a wheelchair then.
*Who was the one who traveled home every Friday evening by bus from KL to Raub, so I could help take care of Dad and do the house cleaning and rushed back to KL on Sunday evening? I was in college then and later started working but I still do that until Mom and Dad moved to KL.
*Who was the one who rented a house in USJ from 1994 – 2001 for Mom and Dad? Who took care of them during this period?
*Who was the one who took leave from work to send Mom and Dad for all their hospital appointments ?
*Who was the one who took care of mom when she had Bell’s Palsy?
*Who was the one who sent her to the hospital every morning for facial therapy until she got better?
*Who was the one who helped care for Dad when he was diagnosed with throat cancer in August 2000? And he was given only six months to live. (No one knew those days when I cried in the car while driving home from work cos I don’t want Dad to see me looking sad)
*Who was the one who sent Dad to the prayer and healing meeting every Tuesday night cos Mom wanted to bring him there?
*Who was the one who was there to hold Dad until he drew his last breath?
I know you appreciate all that I had done for you, Dad and it doesn’t matter now if everyone else choose to forget.
Life is too short to dwell on someone who is so toxic. I want to be surrounded by those who uplift my spirit and gives me peace.
And as I ponder on this incident, I realized that your love for me was unconditional and pure. Thank you, Dad for seeing the real me and loving me for who I am, not for who you want me to be.
I’m okay, Dad. I shall move on, reinvent myself and just be happy.
Happy 90th birthday in heaven, Dad! Cheers! 🥂
❤️All my love, Pat ❤️🌈

🌿Farewell, Olivia 🕊

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Today, the whole world
is saddened by the
passing of our lovely
Olivia Newton John.
How could we not love
a person like Olivia.
She was beautiful inside out and
she had the most angelic voice.
How could we ever forget
her iconic films like
Grease and Xanadu.
My inner younger self
is absolutely shattered.
I adored Olivia and
she had made my teenage and
young adult life more colorful.
I have great admiration
for her talent and
she had shown such
bravery, courage and strength
in her 30-year long
battle with cancer.
She was a beacon of grace,
love, hope and joy to all.
Rest in glorious peace now,
Dame Olivia.
We honestly love you and
we are hopelessly devoted
to you forever.
🌿❤️🌈💐🕊💐🌈❤️🌿
💕Dad’s 21st Anniversary💫

and coincidentally today is
61 years since it was taken.
Hello Dad,
Today is the 21st anniversary
of your passing and
I want to remember
this day with gladness.
About 10 years ago,
I realized I have not
allowed myself to really
feel the pain of losing you.
And through writing
on this blog during your
anniversary and birthday,
I had finally found healing
and peace in my heart.
The kind of wealth you possess
was priceless and admirable.
you were amiable,
you were big hearted,
you were compassionate,
you were a true friend,
you loved animals and nature,
you read a lot and read till
your very last day and
you had a wonderful
sense of humour.
No, you were not perfect.
You had flaws, don’t we all?
We’re all imperfect and
that’s what makes us human.
Last year was a tough year for us,
as we had to bid farewell
to Aunt SC and Uncle W.
And I could imagine you
standing there at heaven’s gate
waiting to greet them
with open arms.
I know how fond you were
of your sister, SC and
that you were close to her
when you were both younger.
But then, we sometimes
drift apart through the years
due to many reasons.
I remember mom once said
that you had wanted to write
a book about your life.
I wish you had done so.
The truth and the many things
left unsaid would have helped
fit all the missing pieces
of the puzzle together.
But that’s okay, Dad.
I’m slowly gathering
all the missing pieces and
getting a clearer view
of the whole picture.
I miss you, dad.
I miss your smile and
I miss your warm humour.
Have a blessed day in heaven, Dad!
Always in my heart,
❤️Pat

Remembering my beloved dad
Today marks 20 years since my dad left us.
It’s comforting to know that
when it comes to the love and bond
between a father and his daughter,
there is no expiration date.
And his love and his spirit
will continue to live and linger on,
in my thoughts,
in my heart and
in my life.

“Say not in grief ‘he is no more ‘ but in thankfulness that he was.” – Hebrew Proverb
A rose for my beloved aunt
I picked a beautiful rose for you, Aunt Ying…
and I took a stroll down memory lane;
Memories of you have walked
beside me for four years,
and they have constantly filled
my heart with gladness;
I’m forever thankful
for this priceless treasure.
Today, in your honor
I celebrate life,
and think of you with
love, gratitude and fondness.
“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do, But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.” – Haruki Murakami
Remembering my beautiful boy, Monster
“Heaven is the place
where all the dogs
you have ever loved
run to greet you.”
So loved, and so missed.
~Monster ~
18.3.2004 – 2.10.2014
Special mail to heaven!
Hi there, Dad
Today marks 19 years since you left. Thinking of you with love as I reflect how much we do have in common, though I look more like mom.
We both love….
~ coffee & tea. When I was young you used to pour the coffee into the saucer cos the coffee was too hot. Oh, how I loved to drink from the saucer then.
~ snacks. We love to snack while watching the television.
~ music. We love Elvis Presley and we both love to sing.
~ animals. Thank you for all the pets you had brought home. I had dogs, bunnies, cats, fishes, tortoise though mom was not that enthusiastic then about having pets at home.
We were both good drivers and we admire antique and fancy cars. (I still like to drive a manual car).
We have a great sense of humour.
We have a lot of patience. (But I think my patience is wearing thin since the day I got married, Dad. LOL!)
You were not a perfect dad. You made mistakes and you had flaws.
And you had your fair share of trials and tribulations during your life journey here.
But that’s okay, Dad. What’s important is that you were real, you did the best you could and your love was unconditional.
Thank you, Dad for being real and for being you – a simple, humble, kind, honest and generous person.
Much love and hugs, Pat