growing up, i learned that one way to show love is serving others. doing things for others. helping others. making sacrifices for others.
i hope my mom left this world knowing she was loved. i'm sure she did. i think she would have been pleasantly surprised at the turnout to her funeral, actually. she would've had that big buggy wide eyed look accompanying an open mouth smile. wahh, kum daw yun!
excuse my spelling of cantonese words turned english… that translates into something like "whoa, so many people!"
i think she would've been touched to know that she had some sort of impact on all those people's lives… indirectly or directly.. or even that so many people turned out to show support to her widowed husband and her offspring.
i remembered something from a while ago: painting nails!
my mom stopped wearing nail polish at some point in time. i think she used to like to have red nails (red was her favorite color). but i thought it'd be nice to paint her na…
she was a fast driver (like me) efficiently and quickly getting me to church, tennis, singing, piano, ballet, jazz, tap, flute, cello, brownies, kumon, school, pool……. and the irvine spectrum.. everywhere
she was an incredible cook (malaysian spicy crab, satay and other yummy goodness) it was the highlight of my birthdays
she was selfless and giving wise and smart loving and patient (sometimes not so patient if was being a royal pain in the ass) caring and kind also, a sensitive soul
she was an enforcer piano practicing enforcer the kumon and nonoopi doing enforcer the singing practice enforcer the decent grades enforcer at the time, the enforcing was a bit much in hindsight, i wouldn't be where i am without said enforcing
and you know how you knew she cared? "did you take your vitamins?" "did you drink enough water today" "eat more vegetables" "did you eat dinner yet?" etc etc etc i'm sure our family could give you more examples