Memories about my dear uncle often linger in my mind. Initially, I diverted my thought to something else when I remembered him so I didn't get sad. Then I realized that it is a great thing that I remember his love, care, greatness, and sweetness. I wonder if I would be able to paint similar memories on people I love. Will goodness the only thing they remember about me when I depart from this world?
I was reminded of him the most last Christmas. He was a choir director as long as I knew him. In many church events, there would be his picture... ehm... his back because he was conducting a choir. My sisters and I often joked that people knew his back better than people knew his face. One of many hymns that reminds me of him is Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. The first time I heard this piece was when it was sung by the choir he led. Years later he had polyphonic cell phone, a kind of cell phone that was still very uncommon that day. Guess what ring tone he had? Handel's Hallelujah Chorus! He let me and my sister played with his awesome cell phone I think I heard more Hallelujah Chorus last Christmas than the previous Christmases (or I did notice more?)
Flower also reminds me of him. Before I moved to the States, I wanted to take floral arrangement class. Other than my parents, my uncle was a great supporter. He wasn't a flower person but he wanted me to have some skills that could be useful in the future. He was right. I have helped arranging flower for several friends and relatives' weddings.
I made this rose apple pie, which reminded me of him. I used this recipe for the base. The flowers were made out of red apples that were thinly sliced using a mandolin. The sliced apples were then microwaved and arranged to form the roses. The "flower" arrangement reminds me of Valentine flower arrangement I learned in the floral-arrangement class.
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you -Philippians 1:3