365 nights ago

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It’s a year since mother left us on 23 April 2013.

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There are two things that stand out from that night of nights.

The phone call

I’d set Vivaldi’s Four Seasons as the ringtone for the nursing home, so that anytime my phone rang with that piece of music, I’d know it was from them about mother. Most times, the calls were to let me know I needed to bring some item or other for her the next time I was going there. But on the early morning of 23 April 2013 when I was awakened by that familiar tune, I knew at once it was the call I’d been waiting for.

“Your mother’s gasping, you better come now.” One of the staff said when I answered the call.

I sat in bed, feeling very anxious but telling myself I needed to calm down because I needed to call my sister and to drive over as soon as possible if we wanted to see mother one last time.

In the end, we did not get to see mother one last time. Later, when I thought about this, I realised that mother passed away surrounded by the people closest to her: not her children but the carers who’d looked after her during her final year.

The moment mother passed away

We were driving past the school that was along the way to the nursing home. I was thinking about mother and realised I was thinking of her in the past tense. I would later find out that that moment was very close to when the Lord had taken her home and the Holy Spirit had prompted me that mother was now a part of my past and no longer in my present or future.

One year on

So it’s a year since mother left, and nine years and eight days since father left on 15 April 2005.

mother-1st_ann-2-apr2014Their last photo together

I used to wonder how I would deal with not having both of them around. I told a good friend I might have to move away because my parents were so much a part of where I was staying and the places we frequented together. And I did move away after father’s passing, but only from the house I’d shared with them. It so happened that the lady renting my apartment said she would be moving out to her own place so I was able to move in to mine in early 2006.

It was hard the first few months after mother left; I would commemorate the 23rd of each month, remembering exactly how many months since. Saturday afternoons were the hardest cuz that was when my sister and I would visit her. Gradually I adjusted, not even commemorating the 23rd of the last couple of months leading up to this day, the first anniversary of her passing. But some Saturday afternoons, I would find myself suddenly thinking where I was a year or so ago, visiting mother, sitting next to her, sometimes holding her hand, and always feeling some response from her as she grasped mine in return.

mother-1st_ann-3a-apr2014One of the last times we held hands

Walking Stats 2013

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According to my pedometer and the log I kept, I walked a total of 2,615,596 steps in 2013. Sounds impressive? This averaged out to 7,166 steps per day, less than the recommended 10,000 daily steps. Granted, I was told to walk less for the last six weeks of the year due to a broken bone in my left foot. Then again, the numbers would have been less if not for my four trips to see my beloved pandas throughout the year. Needless to say, the highest numbers were recorded during two of those four trips (May and September).

As for aerobic steps (more than 60 steps per minute measured after the first 10 minutes and continued), the total of 604,980 aerobic steps accounted for only 23% of the total.

I look forward to doing better in 2014. I think I need more black and white visits, too.

Found in Ya’an: A Muslim neighbourhood

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We were trying to decide where to have dinner this evening. I mentioned a preference for beef or lamb and Amy, my good friend at the panda base, said how about we go to the Muslim neighbourhood.

There is a Muslim neighbourhood in Ya’an? I was intrigued and agreed to check out the makan shops there.

It was within walking distance of the hotel. She wasn’t sure of the way and stopped to ask a couple for directions to the mosque. They pointed to a spot across the road.

I was expecting a grand mosque, and was surprised with how modest it was.

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My first sight of the mosque in Ya’an. Two doors away to its right is the office.

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The main entrance.

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Past the entrance, the first doorway, with what I think are sayings
from the Koran in Chinese.

The makan shop next to the mosque was full so we opted for another one across the road. The meal we ordered was a familiar local favourite with halal ingredients.

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Halal hot pot just put to boil. We ordered beef, tofu, meat dumplings
and straw mushrooms.

Something very familiar …

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Cili padi!

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Green chillies, Ya’an style.

The only thing missing was the soy sauce.

I’m happy to find this Muslim neighbourhood in Ya’an for the Zoo Negara vets and keepers who will be visiting soon to train ahead of Fu Wa and Feng Yi’s arrival in Malaysia next year. From what I’ve heard, a main concern was food. No need to eat instant noodles all the time while here, guys.

Photo of the day

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Bai Yun’s #1 son, and my favourite overseas-born boy panda. His name? Mei Sheng, which can mean “Born in the USA” or “Beautiful Life”. From his cheeky grin, looks like he’s living the beautiful life in Bifengxia Panda Base, China.

Yes, I’ve arrived. As usual, it was a night in Chengdu, followed by a relatively early morning bus ride to Ya’an, check-in at hotel, lunch, and then it was up to Bifengxia.

It was a busy afternoon visiting pandas in the various “neighbourhoods”. The only place I didn’t visit today was Bai Xiong Ping or White Bear Plain. I usually start each visit from there as it’s the closest to the entrance. But this time, I was eager to visit Feng Yi and her baby at the new breeding centre turned maternity ward.

The population there at the moment is about half mothers and half possibly expectant mothers. With one exception – Mei Sheng. He’s the only male there. Maybe that’s the reason for that cheeky grin.

And yes, I got to see Feng Yi cuddling her baby in her right arm. And I saw how when the cub vocalised, Feng Yi immediately bent down to nuzzle her baby. More on this in another post, possibly over at myPandas site.

Precious gift from mother 43 years ago

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A bilingual dictionary that I took with me to England 16 years after she gave it to me. I consulted it for my weekly letters home during my three years there.

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Spine and cover of dictionary

On the third page after the front cover is what makes this dictionary SO precious.

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A sample of mother’s handwriting

I need to find out what those four characters say. I can speak Mandarin but my written comprehension is way below average.