Auntie Seven was a parental figure to me. I looked up to her. She was super smart, self assured and righteous, everything that I was not. As a youngster, I sought her approval and her opinion mattered. she taught me, an awkward and anxiety-ridden youngster, how to hold a pair of chopsticks properly, how to manipulate the blinds smoothly, how to speak assertively into the phone with the store owner ordering grocery and introduced me to my favorite snack to this day, salty potato chips, as we made the familiar Star Ferry crossing to her office on my summer break. She was, in a way, my life coach, during an impressionable period. She was deeply devoted to her family, especially Ingrid, as I witnessed how she gave up her nontraditional (for a woman of her time, it was pioneering if not outrageous) and lucrative career to care for Ingrid when she became seriously ill in her adolescence, and persevered successfully seeking medical treatment in the distant United States. Her last days had not been easy, to say the least. It was terribly sad to see her suffer so, and yet her will to live stayed strong. Now the struggle has finally ended. Her legacy lives on through her beloved children and grandchildren, while we, the still living, are left with lasting memories and regret.##imported-begin##Dora##imported-end##