My mother was not only creative, she cared deeply for people. She always had someone that she was reaching out to up to the end of her life and she lived a simple life and didn’t care much for material posessions. We sometimes had to tell her that she should be less frugal with her money – we tried to persuade her to travel, buy more decent food or to sometimes buy something new for herself, but it was hard for her not to be the person that she was – someone with simple tastes and a deep love for her Creator.
When the phone rang at 6 a.m., first day of Chinese New Year, I knew before I answered it what it meant. After more than a decade of a life-threatening medical condition, I believe my mom, who never once talked about dying, finally decided it was time to go. At her advanced age, I never thought it would be difficult for me to accept her departure. How wrong I was. It’s hard for me to process the fact that I will never see her or hear her voice again. An integral part of my life is now gone forever. She passed away in her own bed, in her own home peacefully..