August 16, 2007
“In God’s designs there is no haste,
no rest, no weariness, no discontinuity;
all things are done by HIM in the majesty
of silence, and they are seen under a light
that shineth quietly in the darkness.”
- Archdeacon Farrar-
Her service was held on the 14th of August at the St. Milburga’s Church, Stoke St Milborough. Everything was all according to her requests, from the service proceedings, hymns, musical pieces, poems to how she’d like to be laid to rest. I wish i saw her one last time, but i know she was watching down on me and keeping me safe during the Penang Eco Challenge that weekend. I had a guardian angel, and i know it was her.
After most of the family had visited her, Lucy, my cousin, told her “You’ve seen everyone now Aggie, if you need to go, you can go now”. Shortly after, on that afternoon… she passed.
I used to write her alot of handwritten letters when i was younger, and i always remember her ending letters with lots of kisses XOXO….i don’t know why i stopped. One day, i decided to write to her again, but she left before she could read it. But it’s ok, i’m sure she heard me… because i found out she passed later on that SAME day…
Aggie lived a fulfilling life, surrounded by people who loved her. She now rests peacefully near the front of the church overlooking her Cottage just down the road.
I’ll end this post with a poem she chose, which happens to be my favourite too. To my grandmother, and guardian angel, we will miss you Aggie! XOXO
Song
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget
by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
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Besides dinner, i spent most of my time at home. The AM was spent doing Rosco things, by lunch I was starving for some hot home cooked food. My mum volunteered to cook Xiao Long Bao, on the condition we helped her out. 
