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Thursday, September 20, 2007

i am very sad. yesterday i was shocked and devastated to hear that one of my favourite secondary school teachers, mrs serene ng has passed away the day before during child birth. the news came so suddenly, so least expected. she was so young, so vibrant, so approachable. i remember her so well. she was so..pretty.

i remember how libing and i used to sit in the middle of the class right beside the projector she was using because she was teaching us how to draw circles. and we didn't pay attention. she chided us. i kept forgetting my compass and set squares. she scolded me but lent me hers. i hated her. we both did. we bitched and laughed behind her back.

then our class grew closer to her. and we started to love her. she was pregnant with her first child then and we were sooo excited. so happy for her. she was blissful with the weight put on from the pregnancy, plump but still pretty. i remember so well the day our class who were monkeys all the time but dead logs during lessons...she made us all stand and move out of class and walk as briskly as we can around the classroom block. we were laughing. playing. happy to be out of class even for the few minutes. she knew us too well.

i always liked her smile. her beautiful hair. her sparkling eyes. all these that faded into my memory at the back of my head. i seldom think about her. but yesterday it all came flooding back. those good memories. which made today even more saddening. she could remember me, i'm sure she could. and the truth has not quite settled in me. i still speak of her as though she were alive. i still think of her as a walking human being. i can't accept it, until i finally see, her peaceful body, lying unmoving. i will, this friday.

for the ones who live and live with the hurt and pain and who mourn her death, i'm so sorry for them. for the moment of precious joy turned into a tragic painful memory. i am so deeply shaken and sorry. and for the child whom i have no idea lived or died, i wish him/her well. for the day he/she finds out his birthday is the same as her deathday.

whichever God there is above, please carry this family and its burdens through. please help her husband cope with this terrible loss. please help the kids. help her parents. comfort them and ease their pain. i have no idea which God to turn to, but any God who has mercy will see and will hear my prayers for them.

i will miss you, so much...your laughter, your smiles, your sarcasm and your wit. i will miss your shining hair, and sparking eyes. i will miss your voice, distinctively sharp. i will miss your pretty face. and most of all, i will miss your big heart. rest in peace, for we all love you and miss you, and we mourn and cry for your broken soul.
-cheryl
9:43 AM





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