remembering

“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” the good thief said from his cross (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.”
– Frederick Buechner –

Some people we are remembering this moment:

Him:

1) My mum – her constant care and concern for us.

2) My niece, Ruth – hopefully she hasn’t turned too mischievous by now!

3) Our little Malay neighbors, Yasmin & Yaqin – their cheekiness and enthusiastic greetings at the door whenever we come home.

Her:

1) My mummy – her unfailing encouragement over the phone every time we talked.

2) Our three nieces, Ruth, Mazel & baby Megan – Gosh, there is so much I’m missing in their growing up years!

3) My ex-colleagues @NUS & NTU- I certainly missed our times of working and sharing of laughter together. Ok, I admit, it’s more of the latter!

4) Suzy – the stray dog we found and took care of for 2 months, (and inevitably surrendered to SPCA cos we couldn’t find anyone to adopt her) before we left for Perth. I really hope they did find her a loving home.

5) Becky – now that we are both overseas, when do you think we can ever hang out again @Borders, Starbucks and my home, dear?

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Posted on January 11, 2008, in Musings and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I really love what Frederick penned down. The demise of my mum brought me to truly understand this so well. Cherish what you have and invest your time and energy in the things that really matter, there your treasure will be.

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