Today, a year ago we lost our dear mum but never have we lost her from our hearts. She will be remembered forever by everyone she touched. In honour of her memory we have offered 108 candles, prayer flags to mark the anniversary and my sister in Bhutan have also offered 108 butter lamps in one of the sacred temples there.
Although she was my wife’s mum I have always thought of her as my own mum. Losing her was the hardest emotional experience for me as it was the experience of losing my mum for all over again. My own maternal mum died in my early twenties.
Not a day goes by where we don’t remember mum and talk about her. She was so kind and generous that I never felt I was any different from her own children and loved her as much as I have loved my mum. We all miss her very much and cherish the beautiful memories we have of her.
As a Buddhist, we believe in rebirth and I would like to think by now hopefully, she will have taken rebirth somewhere really nice.
Om Ami Dewa Hri!