Three years—the traditional mourning period for one’s parents—have gone by since mom’s passing. Although, like anyone who tries to keep up with the fast-paced modern life, I did not put everything on hold, I never stopped thinking of her.
I was able to travel back to Taiwan for her memorial service and returned right before the COVID shutdown. Robert and I were both glad that mom never had to face the unfortunate situations and inconveniences of the pandemic.
Mom wore a jade bracelet on her arm for decades. She always said that, though not particularly beautiful with its sage color and some brownish “stains,” it brought her positive energy and protections. Now, the bracelet stays on my left arm. I would only take it off when playing some quick and heavy pieces. This way, mom is always by my side.
As I go about life and work, whenever something unusual happens, I hear mom’s voice commenting on it. Mom always had something to say about everything.
When I get frustrated with work, I think of her unyielding supports to my studies and my professional choices. Mom was a typical tiger parent. It took me years to realize that she only wanted to give me everything that she didn’t have as a child. I hope that my continuous efforts in trying to make some small contributions to the world around me will bring her comfort.
I miss you, mom.