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Bom’s coming Second Anniversary

Times are getting harder.

How is it that time heals? It might do for some aspects but never for the loss of someone you love more than yourself.

To get me through, I am thinking of doing things to honor her, to remember her fondly.

I have not blogged for a year now. My words are few. Let the photos tell.

Linking this site to because to me, my baby was vibrant in her that special dress (she went for a fitting but never got to wear it). She is an angel now, definitely VIBRANT EVERLASTING FOREVER.

1st Anniversary

My dearest Bom,

Missing you every second …

every moment, every single day.

No words can express the emptiness in our hearts

As your EE wrote ….

A thousand words won’t bring you back , I know because I’ve tried

Neither will a thousand tears I know because I’ve cried

Miss you so much Hui-Hui. ❤️😇

Be thou my vision

God, please guard me against sorrow and do not allow grief to continue dragging me into misery. Give me strength and courage to face what is in front of me each and every day. I cannot hurry thee, Lord but please take me into your kingdom in your time so I can be reunited with those I lost.


My Bible had gathered dust.

Life had been good until August 2019 (last year). Family, people and things I love and taken for granted were taken away from me. I experienced grief, sorrow and pain so agonising and excruciating that no words can explain.

The grief was so unbearable that I often I wish I was dead.

God sent good people my way and through their fellowship, today is my second day of reading the Bible again after so many years, God spoke to me in a song.

No matter where we are in life, the Lord is our light and our strength. He watches over us and stands by our side. The powerful lyrics of ‘Be Thou My Visionare the perfect reminder of His love and presence.

Be Thou My Vision Lyrics | Be thou my vision, Self improvement quotes,  Bible verse art


For a detailed meaning of this powerful song, please click this link.

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August 1988 vs August 2020

AUGUST is month eight
8 regarded as the luckiest number in Chinese culture
1988 our baby Bom was to be born
that year of the golden dragon.

12 August 1988 was 3 days before her EDD
Intense pain and continuous pushing almost in vain
An exhausted mummy with oxygen to aid
Finally 1.30pm, Judith Yolanda Ngeaw Hui-Hui was born.

31 happy years
Bom was my second child
My closest, a child I spent the most time babysitting
Taro Fresh Cream Chiffon, our favorite cake.

12 August 2020
My baby would have turned 32
Instead, she will always be our 31-year-old baby forever
August my favorite month became my most painful month.

That physical pain of childbirth was nothing compared to losing a child.  Struggling with complicated grief is something I have to live with for life.  Mentally telling myself to ‘grow my heart’ and make it bigger and bigger each day to fill my love and grief because grief is just love with no place to go.

Grief lasts as long as love lasts which is often forever.  Painfully but patiently, I am waiting for Bom to hold out her hand to me and bring me over to her side so we can be together in a safe haven where there is no pain, no sorrow, no parting, and no death.

Nevetheless, I am mummy to three children, Joanne, Judith and Joel.  Nothing will ever take that away from me.


Taro Cake
We brought orchids and daffodills from her EE.  A lovely pink Swan watering can.  A Taro Cake from Navi. Your gesture touched my heart. Thank you.

Jo's cake
Your sister Jo must be the first to visit. We saw Jo’s message to you written on the cake box and the cakes she got for you.


Beautiful Sunday


It was Sunday, what a beautiful day!  An autumn day of lovely sunshine.

Our garden looked warm and peaceful.  There are fewer birds now since we made the decision to chop down eight Palm trees, some quite tall.  Looking out my bedroom window, I missed the Tui (bird) I used to see most days on my tall Queen Palm.  Now, I can see a bigger patch of a clear blue sky.

Along our back fence, a plant blooms with beautiful purple flowers.  The plant was a gift from a friend six months ago.  We cut some of those flowers for our Beloved Bom.   The plant was given to us as a kind gesture for our loss.  The many wreaths and bouquets, big and small have gone with her but this plant and another rose plant (given by another friend) were planted in our garden where flowers bloom.  

‘Visiting Bom’…

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Silently missing both of you every moment.

Crying at times, a release of complicated grief.

Emotionally exhausted and drained.

Not able to touch you or feel your scents,

Till the day we meet again.

From Mummy to Toby and Bom. 
Always loved, never forgotten, forever missed.

The saddest moment is when one who gave you the best memories …… becomes a memory.

My hands won’t let go

29 Dec 2018

You held on to my hand when I was little.  I hugged on to your back as I rode on your motorbike to school each morning for a year and then you bought a car because my younger sister started school too.  We missed you and love you always.

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22 August 2019

Who would let go of their dearest pet dog of ten years, a true companion and best friend.

Toby was my baby.  My hands were stroking him the whole night he passed.

We are not in control of when we come or leave this earth.  We just have to let go.


29 October 2019

It makes no sense why a mother should bury her child.  How could this be?

Judith (aka Bom) left us so suddenly and I held on to her hand until her soul left for heaven.

I am sad and grieving for my loved ones.  I know there are many like me out there too, missing their loved ones forever.  Grief doesn’t get any better in time.  I am still living with a broken heart that still beats as life goes on.

To those who have lost their loved ones, I share a quote below:


Isolation has stripped me ‘open’

Flashback, 2019 was a disastrous year for me and my family and all loved ones.

Then came  2020, a new year, new beginnings. I blogged about 2020 the year of the Rat hoping to make a start towards healing, living and be at peace again.  Our grief and the missing of those we loved will last forever.  Time does not lessen grief.  There will be days where you may just be having a passing thought while other times the minute you opened your eyes, the realization that she will never come back brought tears, agony, and sorrow and made you withdrawn and that could last for days.

The ups and downs of grief are like swimmers swimming with the tides.  At times, the incoming tide may flow calmly.  At other times, it gushes in at you with full force.

Imagine you are having a dip or a swim at the beach and the incoming tide, calmly coming in.  These calm days are when we could think of our beloved daughter, Bom with sweetness and reminiscence the times we shared and forever thankful she was born our daughter.

Contrary to this, the rough sea and incoming tides just keep pushing you out of proportion and you lose your balance in the water.   You need to be calm not to panic but relax lying down in a backstroke position or stay still and keep your head above the waves. The moment you open your mouth, you swallow mouthfuls of seawater.  Those times are times when we allowed grief to overtake us, swallowed us into depression, that we lost control of the present.  Grieving for the dead and ignoring those alive is not healthy.  Learn meditation to get out of this zone.  (In reality, I am aware of this but hard to control and I am still learning.)

2020 Lunar New Year, the whole country (with Wunan first) was infected by Covid19 or Corona Virus.  It spread far and wide.  26 March 2020, New Zealand closed its borders and started our lockdown.  We were told to stay home, be safe and be kind.  We could still take walks around the neighborhood for exercise,  Look out for the teddy bears sitting on window sills.  Just something to bring smiles for the young and old.

I would never have written all the facts and the dates and the whole medical record detailing the last month of my beloved daughter’s life if not for being in isolation.  I searched, reflect and finally got the courage to write my findings.

It was hard to ‘open’ up but I just did, putting my thoughts into words, printed out and knowing where to go from here. 





Is there a God?


I was brought up in a Buddhist family that practice ancestors worship, prayed in temples and set up altars during Chinese New Year to pray to the Kitchen God or Moon cake festival to pray to the Moon.

Neil Armstrong landed on the moon on July 20, 1969.  I was seven years old and as far as I remembered, we continued to ‘worshipped’ the moon till I was in my early teens.

I studied in a mission school and became a Christian (Anglican) against my family’s wishes. I was devoted then, memorized many verses in the bible. Growing up, life was good. As a teenager, I cried to my God and shared with Him my puppy loves. Nothing major happened.  My grandmother and then my uncle died. I was sad but I just accepted that old people die and that was what the song said

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