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	<title>Comments on: Swee&#8217;s memory of our mother</title>
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		<title>By: Farida</title>
		<link>http://victorchin.com/2009/12/09/swees-memory-of-our-mother/comment-page-1/#comment-775</link>
		<dc:creator>Farida</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 05:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Victor,

I am so touched by what your sister wrote. My Mum passed away in February  last year and as this February approaches, I am beginning to relive with even more intensity the hospital visits, the painful last days, the dashed hopes and the things I wished I could have done   but didn&#039;t, like holding Mum in my arms as her life ebbed away. I didn&#039;t because I was rooted to the spot at the foot of Mum&#039;s bed,   my heart crumbling as  the alarm went on and on, as the beeps became  fainter and when the horrifying flat line appeared. 

One never gets over the loss of a precious one, especially a mother. The memories come, and sometimes they make me laugh, but oftentimes they make me ache to have Mum by my side again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Victor,</p>
<p>I am so touched by what your sister wrote. My Mum passed away in February  last year and as this February approaches, I am beginning to relive with even more intensity the hospital visits, the painful last days, the dashed hopes and the things I wished I could have done   but didn&#8217;t, like holding Mum in my arms as her life ebbed away. I didn&#8217;t because I was rooted to the spot at the foot of Mum&#8217;s bed,   my heart crumbling as  the alarm went on and on, as the beeps became  fainter and when the horrifying flat line appeared. </p>
<p>One never gets over the loss of a precious one, especially a mother. The memories come, and sometimes they make me laugh, but oftentimes they make me ache to have Mum by my side again.</p>
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		<title>By: Ben &#38; Anna</title>
		<link>http://victorchin.com/2009/12/09/swees-memory-of-our-mother/comment-page-1/#comment-749</link>
		<dc:creator>Ben &#38; Anna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 20:14:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For those of you who&#039;s been informed, I have recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. The very day I received the news, my heart sunk. However, your mum spoke to me. She just said in hakka, &quot;chit ju, ngi oi siau seem.tong ngiaou piang seong dong lunn dooi foo.ng mau sit tye tiam.joong liong sit tum yim tum.tieu daw dit&quot; which translated means &quot;nephew, be careful as diabetes can be very difficult to handle, eat + drink bland and have plenty of rest.
Sometimes, I engage in long conversations with her especially on her understanding of the dharma. She is remarkably well versed in the prajnaparamita. She constantly encourage the 2 of us to maintain the buddhist way of life, something we hope we are doing.
So,as far as we concerned, she is forever present.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For those of you who&#8217;s been informed, I have recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. The very day I received the news, my heart sunk. However, your mum spoke to me. She just said in hakka, &#8220;chit ju, ngi oi siau seem.tong ngiaou piang seong dong lunn dooi foo.ng mau sit tye tiam.joong liong sit tum yim tum.tieu daw dit&#8221; which translated means &#8220;nephew, be careful as diabetes can be very difficult to handle, eat + drink bland and have plenty of rest.<br />
Sometimes, I engage in long conversations with her especially on her understanding of the dharma. She is remarkably well versed in the prajnaparamita. She constantly encourage the 2 of us to maintain the buddhist way of life, something we hope we are doing.<br />
So,as far as we concerned, she is forever present.</p>
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