Pang Yang Herr's Memorial
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A mother's love is different from all other types of love. From the moment you are conceived, she sacrifices her own desires and dedicates her entire life to you. She has no idea what the future holds for her except for the fact that she is creating another life and it will depend on her sacrifices for the rest of hers. Even knowing this, she endures. When times are hard, she wipes the tears from her eyes and continues to move forward. Though she gives so much, she never expects anything in return. She is the embodiment of unconditional love.
Our mother, Pang Yang Herr, passed away Sunday night, January 3rd, 2021. During her last breaths, she softly cried. Her lips quivered and tears rolled down her cheeks. My father called out to her but his voice was drowned out by the bustling sound of Heaven's gates opening. I stared at the heart rate monitor of her Apple watch. 84. 73. 63. I grabbed her by the hands, selfishly, and called to her.
"Mom. Hang in there, Mom. I need you."
The paramedics take her away and try to resuscitate her. They rush her to the hospital and they try to resuscitate her.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor calls us and asks us to meet him.
"I'm sorry," he says.
The whole world is filled with a quiet, painful nothingness.
Our mother will be remembered by everyone for exactly who she was. She was the perfect wife, a loving mother, a loyal friend, a gifted chef, a wonderful vocalist, a talented seamstress and, in the darkest of times, she was a warrior. We are so flawed but she was our number one fan. She sang praises to friends and family about her children. Chris is so smart. Chuckie is so hard-working. Titus is so ambitious. Jamila is so strong. Juliana is so caring. Serrina is so full of life. Tison is so talented and handsome.
As our family grew, so did her love. Dee is understanding and humbles Chris. Linda is patient and is the ice to Chuckie's fire. Nancy is driven and feeds Titus' ambition. Vinsam is willing and supports Jamila wholeheartedly. She used to say that she loved her daughters-in-law and son-in-law even more than her own children because they deserved to be loved that much.
No matter how the world viewed us, they had to do it looking up because our mother carried us on her shoulders.
Just as she was her children's biggest fan, our father was hers. He was always awed by her. Thirty seven years filled with admiration because of true love. Even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, and slept in the same bed, there was never enough time. When they worked, they called each other on their breaks every day. Whenever my mom came home from somewhere, my father always opened the door and waited for her. Love, exactly.
She has not left us forever. She just left early to prepare. She's cleaning the house. She's watering the plants. She's got lobster, shrimp, and mussels mixing up in a heavenly sauce while she's setting the table. She's yelling at Juliana, telling her to stop watching Patriots game reruns and to help her. Mom's being Mom and when we see her again, we're going give her the biggest hugs ever.
Mom, one day these tears of sorrow will become tears of joy but, until then, we hope you've found peace.
Our mother, Pang Yang Herr, passed away Sunday night, January 3rd, 2021. During her last breaths, she softly cried. Her lips quivered and tears rolled down her cheeks. My father called out to her but his voice was drowned out by the bustling sound of Heaven's gates opening. I stared at the heart rate monitor of her Apple watch. 84. 73. 63. I grabbed her by the hands, selfishly, and called to her.
"Mom. Hang in there, Mom. I need you."
The paramedics take her away and try to resuscitate her. They rush her to the hospital and they try to resuscitate her.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor calls us and asks us to meet him.
"I'm sorry," he says.
The whole world is filled with a quiet, painful nothingness.
Our mother will be remembered by everyone for exactly who she was. She was the perfect wife, a loving mother, a loyal friend, a gifted chef, a wonderful vocalist, a talented seamstress and, in the darkest of times, she was a warrior. We are so flawed but she was our number one fan. She sang praises to friends and family about her children. Chris is so smart. Chuckie is so hard-working. Titus is so ambitious. Jamila is so strong. Juliana is so caring. Serrina is so full of life. Tison is so talented and handsome.
As our family grew, so did her love. Dee is understanding and humbles Chris. Linda is patient and is the ice to Chuckie's fire. Nancy is driven and feeds Titus' ambition. Vinsam is willing and supports Jamila wholeheartedly. She used to say that she loved her daughters-in-law and son-in-law even more than her own children because they deserved to be loved that much.
No matter how the world viewed us, they had to do it looking up because our mother carried us on her shoulders.
Just as she was her children's biggest fan, our father was hers. He was always awed by her. Thirty seven years filled with admiration because of true love. Even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, and slept in the same bed, there was never enough time. When they worked, they called each other on their breaks every day. Whenever my mom came home from somewhere, my father always opened the door and waited for her. Love, exactly.
She has not left us forever. She just left early to prepare. She's cleaning the house. She's watering the plants. She's got lobster, shrimp, and mussels mixing up in a heavenly sauce while she's setting the table. She's yelling at Juliana, telling her to stop watching Patriots game reruns and to help her. Mom's being Mom and when we see her again, we're going give her the biggest hugs ever.
Mom, one day these tears of sorrow will become tears of joy but, until then, we hope you've found peace.
Co-organizers (8)
Yeej Chris Hawj
Organizer
Warwick, RI
Dee Her
Co-organizer
Jamila Her
Co-organizer
Linda Som
Co-organizer
Nancy Titus Her
Co-organizer