Monday, December 15, 2008

This blog is dedicated to MOM

"My mom is a never ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune."
~ Graycie Harmon

My late mom had gone to Heaven in Aug 2000 after a cardiac arrest in which she just collapsed on the bathroom floor one morning and lost consciousness. I still feel her in a big part of my daily living because she had given me so much and yet asked for so little back.

I had learnt so much from my late mom and hoped that my sister and I have (hopefully) inherited some of her wit, humour, her fun loving personality, her vigour in living, her generosity, her hospitality, her love in gardening, cooking, Chinese Opera as well as her travelling bug. She has certainly seen and been to more countries than most of us in the family put together and certainly a lot more diplomatic and enduring than me.

It is a strange feeling like she had never really left us. She is still very much a part of my daily life- when i am looking at a flower or feel the wind in my face.. even though i can no longer see or touch her, but i feel her in my blood, in my heart.

And no matter how much my failings or times i may have broken her heart, it is true what they say about " ..the heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. " ~Honoré de Balzac

author: felicia lam


Chan said...

This photo is one that also carries along sweet memories with me through young days.
I'm still impressed that the memory that we share together in Tengkera. I believe your felling is right; she is angles that always surround SILVER MOON.
Best to you in 2009 and forever onwards and upwards!!

SILVER said...

Yeah, I really do miss our good childhood days and the smell of the sea!

Now, you are the lucky one..still living close to the sea, but in a different state though!

LITTLEEAGLE326 said...

Hi Felicia
What you said about your mom touched my heart.I know we will see our loveones one day when GOD call's us home but it still hurt that they are not here with us.All we have is our memories of our loveones.My the angels watch over you and your family.
Gwen as little eagle.

Silver said...

LITTLEEAGLE, it hurts because we had loved them.. every good memory of them becomes an ache and pain.. that's grief.

But when we face it courageously .. grief teaches us valuable lessons.