Today is the exact day my mum left us 3 years ago. The first year was the toughest. The first of everything without her - CNY, her birthday, Mother's Day, Xmas etc. Her absence became the new "normal" in our lives. It was the beginning of the constant struggle between letting go and holding on. On one hand, life goes on and letting go becomes inevitable. Yet there's a part of me that try to hang on, because I am afraid that when I let go, her memories will start to fade. As the old saying goes, God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. And I learnt that as I heal, her memories didn't fade. Thankful for the privilege to be born to an incredibly strong and beautiful woman, inside out, who demonstrated unconditional and sacrificial love to me 💖
Snippets of my life.