淑娟姐的菜篮

Sister Shu-Juan’s Basket
Yesterday, my wife’s high school classmate from Taipei Chungshan Girls’ School, our beloved Sister Hsieh Shu-Juan, passed away after an illness. When my wife told me the sorrowful news, a wave of grief struck my heart, as if the sky itself had suddenly collapsed.
Throughout her life, Sister Shu-Juan was accompanied by her smile. It was never loud or showy, but always gentle and warm—like the morning light that quietly comforts those it touches. She lived not far from us, and whenever winter melons ripened in her backyard or her garden yielded its bounty, she would carefully pick the freshest, place them in a basket, and bring them to our office front desk. With her familiar smile, she would softly say, “These are from my garden, please share them.”
That basket carried more than vegetables—it carried her pure and generous heart. Just like the melons and greens she grew, she was unpretentious, humble, yet nourishing to all around her. Each time she arrived with her gifts, her smile and the fragrance of her harvest brought with them not only food, but the most genuine form of care and affection.
Now she has journeyed far away. We will no longer see that familiar figure carrying her basket, nor hear her gentle words. The thought alone brings an ache to the heart. Yet the warmth she gave us has already been etched deeply within our souls. Her smile, her generosity, her simple and selfless kindness will remain like a lamp, forever illuminating our memories, an indelible part of our lives.
May Sister Shu-Juan’s spirit, radiant with her smile and compassion, find rest in a world free of pain. And in our hearts, her basket will always be a cherished treasure.