Yesterday, we spent our first Lunar New Year without my beloved mum. We deeply miss her in all the traditions we had – the Reunion dinner where we all gathered together at her place to savour her special dishes on the Eve of New Year; attending the Chinese Mass with her on New Year’s day; going to her house to wish her Happy New Year with mandarin oranges and receiving ang-pows (red packets with tokens of money) from her in return. After some other visits to her relatives, she would invariably come over to our place to enjoy some mahjong with us. This year, we received no visitors nor could we visit others as it is considered culturally inauspicious, especially to those who are non-Christians.
Today, as we spend another quiet day at home, i stumbled across a piece of canvas i did in college of a Lunar New Year card. It was my one and only acrylic art piece. Incidentally, there are 4 nail holes on the canvas as my late dad had used it to cover up a hole in their room! My parents had always supported and appreciated my artwork, but not as a means of living. “You can’t survive,” that’s what they told me. But i knew they were proud of me. My mum visited two art exhibitions in the last few years, and only because my works were displayed there.
“The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.” Isaiah 40:28 (NIV)
God always works in mysterious ways. Just after my mum passed away and i am still having problems with my vision, i have just learnt that one of my artwork has been selected for an upcoming Catholic art exhibition. But, sadly, mum won’t be around to see it.
Coincidentally, i came across this quote recently:
“Love the people God gave you, one day He’s gonna need them back.” By R