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 is echoed through

every 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