Requiescat in Pace.

Just received some bad news this morning. My Lak-tsim, Aunt Dely, has passed away after nearly two years of fighting acute myeloid leukemia. She is greatly missed by all.

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A stór mo chroí when you’re far away
From the home that you’ll soon be leaving.
Tis many the time by night and by day
That your heart will sorely be grieving.
For the stranger’s land it is bright and fair
And rich in its treasures golden
But you’ll pine I know for the long long ago
And the love that never is olden.

A stór mo chroí when the evening mists
O’er mountain and sea are falling.
Then turn away from the throng and list,
And maybe you’ll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that I sorely miss,
For somebody’s quick returning.
A rún, a rún, won’t you come back soon
To the love that always is burning.

- Traditional Irish Folksong-

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Lak-tsim - (Fookien) lit. "Aunt married to Father's younger brother, sixth male of the line."

A stór mo chroí - (Irish) darling of my heart

A rún - (Irish) my dear