Sunday, April 30, 2006
Day 25 (Sunday 30th April 2006): Sundays are always special. Papa attended Mass today with my Uncle Douglas and Aunty Elena. They went to the Church of Saint Mary's where my mummy rests. As he had expected. Papa said that it was a tormentful mass. It is the same church which mummy and he used to attend before I was born, apart from the Church of Saint Ignatius. The choir singing reminded him so much of her. It was hard to fight back the tears. Every part of the mass was full of mummy. He missed mummy the most during the offering of Peace, when he used to hug and kiss mummy. He said that the singing of the hymns brought out the most tears. He remembers fondly sitting next to her and listening to her melodic voice embracing the music of worship. Today he imagined that she was there next to him joined by the choir of angels. He wished that he could have touched her again. He wished that he could have embraced her one last time. The waters of the baptismal font overflowed with Papa's sorrow. Mummy dearest, send us a kiss in the wind, and a song in our hearts. Whisper to us, "I love you", We'll know it's you. Always. We'll be waiting. Wait for us too. We miss you so much.
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Dear Evan,
ReplyDeleteI remember going to St Mary's before you were born. I used to see ur papa and mummy there at mass, and I could also hear ur mummy singing the hymns during the mass. These days I am back singing at St Ignatius, at the mass where ur mummy used to conduct for 14 years. All the choir members of the 10.15 mass miss ur mummy very much. Today we sang one of ur mummy's favourite hymns during mass, "Centre of My Life". We know that ur mummy was singing along with us with the choir of angels. Be strong Evan, we shall be praying for you and your papa always.
Love,
Uncle Gor.
Dear Evan,
ReplyDeletecousin Noah is over his bout of Roseola so we are really looking forward to visiting you soon. For sure, there are many people who will never forget your mum because of her music but there is also a lot more to remember her by. Last Thursday, as I put another gold soccer medal into my cabinet (SJI 3 - RI 1, over 40's of course), I thought of her because we grew up competing against each other in swimming, cycling and running. We even used to take penalties against each other at 18 Third Avenue with grandma Dot's grand piano behind the keeper ;-). Dunno if anyone kept her trophies or medals, all I can tell you is that even being 2 years younger and a girl, she was always close. Needless to say, she won about a HUNDRED more than me during our school years. Your mum was a big-time competitor, and a champion in many ways. If she passed just some of that to you, you will be alright. Here's to remembering her every time a choir sings well, and every time someone runs or swims fast.
Until our next huggy-bug,
B-)
Dear Evan
ReplyDeleteI was walking back to the underground carpark at St Ignatius around 11.00am today and the beautiful strong voice of Uncle Gor floated out and embraced me as I approached the church from Ignatius Hall upstairs. It was of course your mummy's favourite hymn, "You are the Centre of My Life". How it stopped me in my tracks as I took a moment to remember my dearest friend, you mummy.
Later today, I went to the 6.00pm mass with your Grandpa Ben and Grandma Dot. Your godma Audrey was also there.
Grandma Dot was fine until the intentions were read as well as after communion. She loved your mummy so very much and is really missing her alot. But she is finding some comfort in viewing the recordings of your mummy's performance at Ratcliffe Hall and of your mummy's wedding.
Godma Audrey also misses your mummy a great deal and she is fighting hard not to be upset when she goes to St Ignatius where she spent many happy times with your mummy.
We are all grieving for your mummy and yet we see and feel a lot of love around you and find comfort in that. For us, you are the centre of our lives as we try to do what we think would make your mummy happy.
Keep smiling dear Evan for there is a lot of God's love around you.
With much love
Auntie Mames
Dear Evan
ReplyDeleteYup, your uncle bernie is right. Your mummy did everything well. She will always be remembered not only as a musician but as an all-rounded person. I also remember her as a really good bowler who regularly beat the guys at their own game. Since both your papa and mummy loved the sea so much, I think you would also grow to love the sea when you grow up.
Love,
Uncle Gor
Dear Evan
ReplyDeleteYour mummy, Auntie Germ and I took up water-skiing years ago and mummy and I were so keen that we would venture out every Saturday afternoon to Ponggol, driving down that long and winding road in my trusty little Alfa, taking to the muddy waters of Seletar River.
Despite your mummy's delicate knee (which must have seen injury since her basketball days), she and I shared the feeling of exhiliration as we zipped through the waters, feeling the rush and wind in our faces. The many tumbles we took, and laughs we shared.
And as the boat would head back for the jetty, we would embrace the setting sun that had marked another wonderful day, doing what we both loved best. These were truly some of my happiest moments, to have been able to share them with your mummy.
Love,
Auntie Angela