Dear Angel
I am heartbroken to hear that you have left us and returned to the heavenly home of our Father. How can you leave so soon when you have so much love for us all, for Ying Wa?
You are like no one else, always cheerful and positive, and when I doubted, and got upset, you will toss me your trademark phrase: It be will alright. And it always did.
You would not want us to worry over your health, and you have the most admirable determination to face your illness with courage and to carry on tirelessly in each and every way to help create the magical YW spirit we all witnessed at the Spring Bazaar on 19 March 2016. You might have retreated every now and then to take a break from the grueling demand on your stamina, but throughout the process, you always gave us a big smile, and never revealed any hint of the physical challenges that you had to endure. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all that you have sacrificed. I am proud to have been on your team to serve our school.
And I know, you would not want us to grieve over losing you. You would have nudged us on to pick up what you have started, and to soldier on. That would be the best way to honour your legacy of involvement, loyalty, passion, and love.
Angel, a person like you does not die. You have helped us to find a little angel in each of our hearts.
Let me celebrate your life with this poem:
“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep” by Mary Elizabeth
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
Fondly,
Sonja