It has been seven years. Seven years since my mom passed away. It feels like it was only a few months ago. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. I miss her dearly.
My nephews Cyrus and Julius were born after their Ma-Ma (Cantonese for paternal grandmother) became a guardian angel and didn’t have the fortune of having her in their lives. I believe it’s important they know who their Ma-Ma was as she’s a part of their family history, but how can this Gu-ma (Cantonese for aunt who’s older than the father) do this?
Honestly, I still can’t talk about my mom without tears. Writing this post fills my eyes with tears. So telling stories is not an option yet.
When I think about this some more, I realized my mom is in all of us siblings. My brother, who’s their father, has my mom’s fun-loving personality. My sister Bonnie has my mom’s nurturing nature and I have my mom’s youthful psyche. So, I believe the memories of my mom and her spirit will be kept alive as we continue to be an active member in their lives.
And maybe one day, I’ll keep my tears at bay long enough to share stories of this amazing woman who loved to laugh, persevere through the worst of times and touched the lives of many.
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