Florence Yew

Can it be true that you've crossed the bridge to eternity? You, me, and the other travel mates chatted over a cascade of unforeseen encounters of adventurous events on roads of travel, yet none of them were sorrowful as what you had to go through this time. To the life that used to happy. To my friend who used to make the world brighter. To Florence whose soul will shine more than ever.

Dear Yew family: How shocked and saddened I was today when I checked Facebook and discovered Flo had passed. We spent a couple of years together working at Beginning with children charter school. There aren’t enough kind words to express how wonderful , kind and sincere she was. May she always Rest In Peace.

Deepest condolences to close friends and family. Florence was so kind and just so fun to be around. She had a smile that would light up the room. Rest In Peace.

Dear Florence, you left too soon... your kindness, care and thoughtfulness was infectious and we are grateful for how you helped our family. You left the world a better place and you will be missed. Ours hearts and sympathies are with your family during this tough time and may you Rest In Peace. Your light will forever shine bright.

Rest in peace Florence

My deepest condolences to the you and yours. There was always a big smile on her face whenever she shared about her family, and I know she loved you deeply. She was very loved and will be dearly missed. May time soothe the sharp edges of grief and illuminates the memories and joy she has gifted to so many who have the good fortune to know her. Rest in eternal joy and peace, Florence.

Rest in peace Florence.

I hope this message help the family find solace. Picture a wave... in the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight reflects when it passes through and it’s there, and you know what it is, it’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave were just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. That’s one concept of death, for Buddhists: The wave returns to the ocean... where it come from and where it’s suppose to be.