Gone
Her heart beat slowed, blood pressure dropped, and the oxygen density in her blood slid down. It was time to return home.
Madam Lin, the wife of the hospital director, rushed to the hospice chamber. At Chong-Lan’s bedside, she was handed over N.T.$100,000 from Chong-Lan’s eldest sister. It was Chong-Lan’s well wish for Lotus du Coeur.
“Life after life, one incarnation after the other, you are well fated to walk on the godly path. Keep on your good job!” said Madam Lin, who helped Chong-Lan to put on a necklace made of Buddhist beads and with the picture of Master Cheung-Yan. “Master Cheug-Yan blesses you and thanks you. Here is your red envelope of fortune and wisdom. Like the ear of rice printed on the red envelope, you plant the tiny seeds that will burgeon and grow into full grains. You will benefit many more others.” Madam Lin wished Chong-Lan the best, and she told her that the journey of life was like a trip on the train, which ascends and descends at all times, and that we only have to sit tight with complete ease and let it be.
It seemed that Chong-Lan was aware of everyone’s good wishes for her. She nodded slightly. Her lips trembled a little as if she attempted to say something in response. Just like all along the way, she insisted to thank people’s kindness even though she was already physically so very weak and so very lack of strength.
Dear family and friends,
This is your fairy Chong-Lan Shen.
Now, I happily return to the Heaven.
I am very grateful for all your love for me.
Hundreds of thousands thanks.
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