She had been with us for two years plus and we had all grown very fond of her. She is more than an instructor or friend to us. She is family.Thanks Irene, you will always be our best sifu.Hope to catch you again sometimes in the future
a farewell gift to show our appreciation |
group photo just before the class |
.Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memorie
This song from Elvis goes out to her:-
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