back to my roots

scenery overlooking bukit mertajam. my kong-kong certainty did well in planning ahead for a graveyard position
the offspring of the yeap clan on the 7th day
the shophouse my mum and 4 other aunties were born in
little terrors adding much delight

3 of our big boys who've outgrown me

the hike up to the gravesite..worth it

3 generations gathering as we itchingly waited around as friends and family paid their last respects

po-po's first teddy bear in her life given from mum a week before she laid to rest in peace

these pictures will never be able to fully express the moments we had together as a family.

Lord you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations..

You turn men back to dust saying 'Return to dust, O sons of men.'

You sweep men away in the sleep of death..

The length of our days is seventy years-or eighty, if we have strength..

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom...

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love..

May the favour of the Lord our God rest upon us..

Yes! Establish the worsk of our hands

Psalm 90