Linda的布拉格

I cannot believe this.
The first article I write to you is a condolence.
Until this moment, I'm still very much shocked by the news. Couldn't get a sleep last night.
I hope you are happy and comfortable in heaven now.
How come you never replied the email again? I'm always waiting.
The only thing I didn't know was you were withering. How could you not telling me or us about this?
How could we contact each other so scarcely since that year, that messed-up summer in Arizona?
I regreted why I haven't popped any message to Jon since I bumped into him months ago on the street?
Maybe he could have told me something about you being terribly ill.
Well, it's too late to say something about this, isn't it?
You left us and the world forever on the 10th of April, 2005....

Couldn't sleep and thought about you last night.
Mostly those memories almost 15 years ago.
You were the one who taught me English when I was little and led me to what I have today.
You were a good friend of my family, you gave more than you received.
I saw you being a novice English teacher, being a superwoman, being a wife, and finally being a mum.
You did it great and passionate in every role, a perfectionist. You were only too exhausted sometimes, which I understood.
And oh, how I miss you now.
The last picture I had about you was you waving me goodbye at the Phoenix Airport. That was 5 years ago.
How could I know I was never gonna see you again.
I should have written you more, really. You should have written me more, too.

I don't know what I can do for you at the moment, you're so far away in the States.
I can only write you this little article and tell you that I really miss you so.
Hope little Angelica and Aimee are well. They will miss their mummy a lot.
We'll all pray for you and may you rest in peace in heaven.
You're the friend of the Chen's family and we'll remember you forever and ever.



I wrote your name on a piece of paper, but by accident I threw it away.
I wrote your name on my hand, but it washed away.
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay.

In memory of Shelley Dougherty,
Mother of Aimee and Angelica