Irene Low and her firstborn, Jonathan Chang, were close. Mother and son were alike: Fun-loving, full of life, fearlessly adventurous. Even when he had a family of his own and was in his 50s, Jonathan often hugged and kissed his mum. “Jonathan was a hugger,” said Irene, 81. Jonathan was also an avid deep-sea fisherman … Continue reading “Standing behind my son’s coffin was hell for me”, yet through her loss she found a new beginning