Dearest Selva, Daughter, Sister,
Wife, Mum, Amma, Aunt, Teacher,
Cikgu, Guide, Anchor, Friend,………
How you are addressed doesn’t really matter as you were all those and much more to whomever that had passed through your life.This year marks the 25th year that you have left us.
There is not a day that goes by where memories of you would be triggered in any end of the spectrum.
We have fond memories of your loving words, kindness, thoughtfulness, teaching skills, yielding a hockey stick, first aid parade marches and not forgetting your strict governance as a teacher and parent.
Oh mum !!!!!! Wherever you are resting
We hope you can see how precious, uplifting and cherished your memories are to us. We feel that you are with us in everything we do as you are in our heart and prayers.
Simply put…….if we had a flower for every thoughts we have of you………we can walk in our own garden of flowers forever.
