April 27, 2006
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A year later, the family (or rather, all who could make it) gathered in Cheras Cemetary around the newly installed headstone at Dad’s final resting place. It’s a simple design, with nothing elaborate, but Mom initially felt was too ‘simple.’
On that hot Sunday afternoon Mom asked for Psalm 139 to be read and Lai Lin did so in halting mandarin.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
[Ps 139:15-17]
Over 50 years of a shared life – one doesn’t just close the chapter and continue as if everything’s back to normal. Mom is still working out her loss, and though her grief was somewhat bravely contained, the dam finally broke.
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My dearest condolences, Uncle David
Many big hugs. Albeit, many thanks to God in Whom we have our hope.
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