Updated on March 15, 2019
Some are unfortunate to lose one or both parents in their youth.
Some are fortunate to have one or both parents in their 90’s and beyond.
Ivan’s Mother lived up to 102
U Khin Maung Oo (Ivan Lee, M69) is a Golden Sponsor for SPZP-2000 and an early supporter of the first RIT web site. He is also a major donor for the 69er Health Care Fund (HCF) along with Daw Myint Myint (C69) and U Sein Myint (EP69). He is Kan So Kan Kaung. He lost his father when he was young. His beloved mother managed to raise her children and also managed to stay healthy beyond the Century mark.
Ivan e-mailed us when his mother turned 100. It showed the birthday card sent to his mother from the 43rd US President George W. Bush.
Ivan e-mailed again when his mother turned 101. It showed the birthday card sent to his mother from the 44th US President Barack Obama.
We heard sad news from Ivan the following year. His mother passed away at the tender age of 102. She was alert until the final days. It could be because she played two hours of Mah Jong daily.
My beloved parents
I am somewhat fortunate to have parents who lived beyond 80, but not fortunate enough to have them around to see and appreciate my Trivia posts.
My beloved mother lost her mother a few days after her birth. She made up for her loss by giving her metta (unbounded love) and cetana to the children and grandchildren. She kept a list of all the important events — birthdays and anniversaries — and would be usually the first to wish. Even though she had maids, she would get up early and prepare breakfast for us. She also supervised the homework of her children, nephews and nieces.
My beloved father was a youth when he was given only three months more to live by the then best doctors in Rangoon. My father had a Near Death Experience (NDE). His younger brothers cried thinking that he had died.
My father was walking happily along when a supposedly holy man stopped him and said, “Young man, you have to do sasana work. Do not go beyond this point.” Sensing that my father was reluctant to end his walk, the man pushed him and probably made my father conscious.
Luckily, an indigenous medicine man named “Ga Doke Saya Gyi” treated him and even parted some of his medical knowledge to my father.
My father built pagodas starting with Dat Paung Zon Aung Min Gaung Pagoda. He also helped renovate pagodas.
My beloved parents would have smiled to hear my grand daughter Chit Sa Noe (CSN) say, “Who’s your doctor? What happened?” after I returned from the “colonoscopy screening”.
CSN added, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I love you.”
She must have inherited the loving kindness of her great grand parents.