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Love Letter to Mum ( First posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 25 Aug 2014 )

 


Photo taken in Jan 2014


Dearest Mom,
 
You left so suddenly on 19 Aug, to be with the Lord. I did not even get to hug you, kiss you one last time, or say goodbye. I will always cherish our 7 days together in Bali - 7 glorious days of mother-daughter bonding time, of spas, pedicures, chilling out over delectable breakfast spreads, shopping, walks by the beach, pigging out at dinnertime, and that sneaky trip to " Cocoon " for fillers, which made you look years younger. I have these precious memories which I will hold fast in my heart.
 
I was wrong to ever think that your world was too small for me. Truth is, your world was enough for you, and your heart was much, much bigger than mine.
 
It takes a very special person to work for 20 years to serve those who are severely handicapped, and attend to their needs. You were that person. I saw every single one of them come to say their last goodbye to you, in their wheel-chairs, struggling to cope with their loss of " Sister Leong", who was like a mother to them. You fed them, took good care of them, and they, in turn, grew to love you; this pint-sized lady in her white uniform, with a chirpy voice, and oodles of patience.
 
You accepted people unreservedly, without passing judgment, and became their friend. I embraced them as they wept for you. They spoke of the kind and joyful woman they knew, the MBS kaki, the soulmate, the listening ear.
 
I see your face and hear your voice everywhere I go. Many have told me that I look like you, have the same smile, and other little gestures.
 
You were happy and contented in your calling as a nurse, gleeful as a little girl when playing jackpot, and sharp as a razor in mahjong. When Darren and Andrea were younger, I could always depend on you to look after them and send them home after their classes. You were there with me during the difficult times when they were babies. You walked with me through the incredible journey of faith and grace.
 
Mom, you left behind big shoes for me to fill. You always put others before you, and you were generous to a fault. You are my inspiration and I am so proud to be your daughter. 
 
I love you so very much and I miss you every single day. 
 
 
 

 

 
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