Five years ago, I lost my older sister to cancer. I’d like to think that I have a sister in heaven now. In a way, I’m glad that I’ll always remember her as the younger version of our mother. I’d last seen her back in 1991, the most recent time I’d been back to Hong Kong for a visit. So, I didn’t get to see her in person during her last days. We did Skype once before she had finally succumbed.
She was only one year older than I and had been a straight A’s student for most of her school career. And then, she had a mental breakdown. And everything changed. I’m sure my parents had had high hopes for her to be somebody special–maybe a lawyer, a doctor. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort materialized. Regrettably, I wasn’t there with her most of the time during her years of struggle with mental illness. As if that wasn’t enough, she had developed diabetes.
I still have fond memories of her with the whole family and friends. Those were the good times. For several years in a row, my family had hosted a party on New Year’s Eve. We would watch the ball drop on TV, or the equivalent of it, in Hong Kong. When I was waiting anxiously to hear about coming to the States, she and my little sister were there to wait alongside me. She always remembered my birthday. Even though she never met my children, she always asked about them and treasured the pictures that I had mailed her.
Today when I think about my sister, I can’t help but humming this song in my head. I’m sure you’ll understand when you watch the video.Thanks for reading! Let's keep in touch. Just one click to follow me: