JESSICA PHAN DAWDY
December 15, 1991-July 30, 2009
The Persian poet Kahlil Gibran has written:
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
Remembering Jessica with delight is what I hope for today.
We celebrated my husband’s birthday on our first meeting more than seven years ago. She was shy, quiet, just a little intimidated. As Greek music played and the dancers twirled, she gave it up and went to sleep, resting her head on Kim’s lap. From then on, she became an important part of our lives…our oldest grandchild.
At Christmas and her birthday, my challenge was to find Chinese or Vietnamese treasures to delight her, while she loved to choose just the right gifts for others.
Sometimes Jessa delighted in outraging her adults…in music, in dress, in argument and hassle. Other times, a giggle, a laugh, a joke I didn’t get reminded me of her zany self.
She loved to multi-task: baking, eating, watching TV and texting away at the same time. Jessa would sigh dramatically and fix it when I couldn’t figure out simple cell-phone maneuvers.
I wanted much for her in life: to eat her vegetables(she’s arguing with Granddad Jim about that one;) to be a strong person, a good friend, a better student and to belch quietly; I wanted her to be surrounded with the love she gave others…and continues to give us in memory, in our hearts.