When cherry trees blossom in April

The following was written by Chao-Dung and Amy Shih, friends of Peggy's for many years.  The Shih family are active in the Clear Lake Taiwanese Association, the same organization that Peggy was a member of.  

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In early April of 2008, Stone and I had a long driving trip from Houston to Boston, I told Peggy that on the way we'll stop by Washington D. C. to see Cherry Blossom. One day before the trip Peggy gave us a gift bag containing her homemade roasted pecan, two Christian music CD and a note she wrote that" thousand Mile's driving would be long and tired, eat the pecan listening the Christian music will keep you awake and safe". We were so moved by reading her note, her caring thoughtfulness warmed our hearts throughout the whole trip. While we enjoyed the beauty of Cherry Blossom in Washington D. C., at the same time we thought of Peggy's great beauty of giving, caring and kindness. Her big smiling face is as pretty as the Cherry Blossom!

Once Peggy said that she wished to hear what friends would talk about her before passing in steads of after passing. I am glad that I did send her a Cherry Blossom card to let her know that we had deeply cherished her friendship, her loving, caring and kindness was very much appreciated.

 

Peggy was a "people's person", she always did the small stuff with a big heart, extended her helping hands to friends including young and old, men and women, poor and rich; she was loved dearly by whose whom knew her. Her big smile and soft speaking voice will be forever remembered, specially when Cherry Blossom in April. 

 

Chao-Dung & Amy Shih

 

P.S. Attached three Cherry Blossom pictures, one of them is about the same cherry blossom card sent to Peggy in April of 2008.

An act of generosity

The following was a story sent to us by Linda, the wife of Dr. Robert Calhoun, the former English pastor at EFC of NASA. Their family has always had a special friendship with Peggy, and have been close friends for many years.

I don't know if Morris was aware of this or not...but when we were finally able to move out of our apartment in Houston and looking for a home, we had asked Peggy to be our realtor. She took it very seriously, and promptly helped us find a house we really liked on Enchanted Isle! (Ha, and we are moving to "the Misty Isle" in a few months!) Anyway, we were so surprised and touched by her generosity in not keeping any commission on the transaction. She instead wanted us to have the money she would've made! I remember her and another lady...I think she was another realtor friend who also gave up her part too, coming over to our house to present the check. We had a nice visit and I expressed our appreciation for their unexpected and generous gift! We were able to put new carpet, that the house really needed, in with the money. That act of generosity pretty much typified Peggy's lifestyle didn't it? Not wanting anything in return...just seeking ways to serve others. Jesus was very evident in her life.

"My dearest daughter Pichi..."

the following was a letter written by peggy's father.  it was read at peggy's memorial service by jack, one of her younger brothers.

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璧姬 我摯愛的女兒,

忽然聽到妳因病安息主懷的信息，令我震驚和無限的哀慟，妳從小到大的生活情況都一一的浮現在我的眼前，雖然我的淚水如湧，昔日的情景依然清晰，妳從小聰慧，秉性善良，在家裡妳是父母寵愛的女兒，對父母至孝至順，對兄姊和弟妹都尊敬關懷，在學校妳是功課名列前茅的好學生，老師和同學都讚賞妳，妳以優異的成績畢業於台中東海大學。

•自從妳在美國結婚成家之後，每個星期，我們在台灣都可以接到妳的越洋電話，妳總是貼心的問候我，並且很高興的告訴我，妳的同學和朋友幾乎遍佈美國和加拿大各州，每到一個地方，妳也不忘告訴我遊覽的心得，讓我分享妳的喜樂，而每逢過年過節以及我的生日，妳都記得向我祝賀，並且寄禮物回來給我，妳就是這麼貼心的乖女兒。

•妳是虔誠的基督徒，妳以主耶穌基督的心為心，熱心的在教會侍奉，熱心的投入宣教，並且鼓勵妳的兒女參加宣教，前往各地服務人群。

•想到以後再也接不到妳向我問安的電話，再也收不到妳的聖誕卡，我不禁又悲從中來，雖然我們知道妳已息了地上的勞苦而安息主懷，但身為父親的我，怎捨得我至愛的女兒璧姬離我而去。

我已老邁不適宜長途飛行，未能參加妳的追思禮拜，令我心疼不已，我唯有在祈禱中懷念祝福妳，直到將來在天家相見。

•我感謝上天曾經賜給我這麼好的女兒，璧姬，我的女兒，爸爸永遠愛妳。

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My dearest daughter Pichi,

When I heard about your sudden passing, it broke my heart, and I have been grieving endlessly. Tears well up in my eyes when I think about your life, from when you were just a baby until now. The images I have of you are so clear, that it seems just like yesterday.

You were always so smart. You had a heart of gold. At home, you were the one that your mother and I loved especially much. You always respected and loved your parents, and always looked out for the needs of your brothers and sisters. In school you were always a good student, your teachers and classmates always loved you, and you graduated from Tunghai University with honors.

Ever since you got married in the United States, each week in Taiwan we looked forward to receiving your phone call. You always called to send your regards to me, and were happy to tell me that you had classmates and friends all over the United States and Canada.

Whenever you travelled to a new place, you always shared about your experiences with me so I could share in your joy. You remembered all of the holidays as well as my birthday, and never failed to send me a gift. You were such a wonderful daughter.

I know that you were a devoted Christian, and you took on the heart of Jesus Christ. You joyfully served in the church, and encouraged your children to do the same. You had a heart for missions, and always served others wherever you went in the world.

When I think about how I will no longer be able to hear your voice on the telephone, and that I will no longer be able to receive a Christmas card from you, I am heartbroken. Although I know you are free from pain and suffering in the Lord’s arms, as a father it is extremely difficult for me to let go of a daughter I love so much.

Because I am so old [93 yrs old], I am unable to make the long flight from Taiwan. My heart hurts because I am not able to join you this week. I can only remember you and bless you through my prayers, until we meet again in heaven.

I thank God that he gave me such a wonderful daughter. Pichi, my daughter, your daddy loves you forever.

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Thanks..and keep 'em coming!

thanks so much too all of you who have already sent us stories and encouraging words about our mom.  we will start posting them over the next several weeks.  i think faye has an online side project that she's putting together too, where the stories may show up :)  also, we will be posting some material from our mom's memorial service, for those who could not make it.  anyhow, we wanted to thank you all again, and encourage y'all to keep the stories coming!  you can email them to prayingformom[ a t ]gmail.com.  for more details, see the original post here.

"a dream my dad had"

The following email was written by Elsa.  She is Peggy's niece, the daughter of Peggy's oldest brother. Their family was very close with Peggy, and likewise their entire family was very close to Peggy's heart as well. We think that Peggy is still praying for them, even in heaven.

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March 6, 2009

Hello Liaw Clan,

My dad just shared a dream he had last night and wanted me to pass it on to you all. Two things he did not know when he told my mom the dream were that it was her [Peggy's] birthday yesterday and that her [Peggy's] favorite color clothing (according to my mom) is red.

In the dream, my dad was at a fair-like place with booths walking when he noticed someone that looked like her. Then he thought to himself that it can't be but as he got closer, it became clear that it was her. This part of the dream was not clear to him but what followed was. When she turned around, her face was beautiful and radiant. She looked gorgeous (my dad really emphasized this) and she was dressed in red. She didn't say anything to him. He feels that it's her telling him that she is doing well in heaven.

I know it's been a tough week for you all. I'm sending you positive energy and you are in my thoughts.

Love,
Elsa

Happy Birthday, Mom...

today, march 5th, is my mom's birthday.  she would have been 61 years old today.  to be honest, the past week has been really tough for me (and i know for the rest of the family as well).  i think it's starting to sink in that my mom is no longer here.  my mom was one of the first people i would call whenever i got good news, or whenever i needed to ask a question.  i remember the other day i was in the kitchen in our apartment in dallas, and i had a question about cooking something.  i instinctively reached for my phone to call my mom, and then it hit me real hard that she wasn' t there.  

it still hurts everytime i pull into the driveway at my parents house, and my mom isn't there to greet me.  it still hurts everytime i walk by her empty piano bench.  it still hurts everytime i want to tell her something only to realize that i can't.   i feel like there's an emptiness in my heart.  i miss her so much, but i know by God's grace He will carry our family through.  my mom told us before she left that if it were possible, she would pray for us in Heaven.  i like to believe that she is still praying for us this very moment.

happy birthday, mom...we miss you.

And Let Us Not Grow Weary

i've been reading this devotion book called Streams in the Desert which i pulled off of faye's bookshelf.  the devotion for march 5th, our mom's birthday, seemed so fitting for her life...and i thought i'd share it with y'all:

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"We are made partaker of Christ, if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast unto the end" Hebrews 3:14.

It is the last step that wins; and there is no place in the pilgrim's progress where so many dangers lurk as the region that lies hard by the portals of the Celestial City. It was there that Doubting Castle stood. It was there that the enchanted ground lured the tired traveler to fatal slumber. It is when Heaven's heights are full in view that hell's gate is most persistent and full of deadly peril. "Let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." "So run, that ye may obtain."

In the bitter waves of woe
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds that blow
From the desolate shores of doubt,
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale,
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.

And fierce though the fiends may fight,
And long though the angels hide,
I know that truth and right
Have the universe on their side;
And that somewhere beyond the stars
Is a love that is better than fate.
When the night unlocks her bars
I shall see Him--and I will wait.

--Washington Gladden