Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Allison's speech
Old habits are hard to break. I didn’t start writing my speech until 10 pm last night. There’s nothing like waiting until the last minute - I had a flashback to one night in 5th grade when I stayed up until midnight working on an alphabet book assignment. Mom stayed up with me, helping when I had questions, dozing on the sofa when I didn’t. After all she had 3 kids to get off to school the next morning!
Ken's speech
My name is Ken Chee. I am Sandra’s son, and the middle child.
First, I’d like to recognize everyone who came out today. Thank you for showing your love and support, and it is comforting for us to see how many lives our mother touched.
I have spent the last week telling people how my mom died. Now I will tell you how she lived.
First, I’d like to recognize everyone who came out today. Thank you for showing your love and support, and it is comforting for us to see how many lives our mother touched.
I have spent the last week telling people how my mom died. Now I will tell you how she lived.
Em's speech
When I think of mom, I remember her vibrance and love of life.
I remember her smile, the exclamations she used when she was excited, and the sound of her laughter.
I remember many family dinners around the kitchen table, her laughing so hard that she had to push her glasses up, wipe her eyes and blow her nose a few times.
I remember her smile, the exclamations she used when she was excited, and the sound of her laughter.
I remember many family dinners around the kitchen table, her laughing so hard that she had to push her glasses up, wipe her eyes and blow her nose a few times.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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