This weekend brought some sad news to us. My father's aunt passed away Saturday afternoon from a car accident. I was not particular close to her. In fact, most of what I know about her life, I heard from my parents. She was a widow out of the barbaric Khmer Rouge rule. She is survived by 6 children and numerous grandchildren, the youngest being under 1 year old. She's also survived by 1 great-grandson who is less than 1 year old as well.
Although I saw her maybe once a year, I know that she is almost always present at special family occasions. She was there for the occasions were very important to me - both of my weddings, and the 1-month celebration for Michael.
I know that we were able to come to the United States because she was our sponsor. I know that we lived with her for a short period of time in Washington until my parents were able to get on their feet in a new country. For this, I am very thankful for.
I know that every year, her children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews gather to celebrate her birthday in August. I don't remember when this tradition started, but it must have been at least 7 years ago. This has grown to become our version of a family reunion. Unfortunately, I was not able to attend the last 3 years when we were living in Texas, but I was honestly looking forward to finally able to go to this year's celebration.
I know that she is loved by many and will be missed by many. To them, I send me deepest sympathy for their loss.
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