Friday, October 16, 2009
Dedication (read if you want only)
There was a man. He grew up and decided to be a sailor. He was a tall, sturdy and handsome man. He spent almost half of his life sailing to different parts of the world. Eventually, he sailed to Singapore and decided to settle down there. Over at Singapore, he met a woman. They both got married and pledged their vows in the eyes of Heaven and Earth, their family and friends. Soon after, she gave birth to a baby boy. The baby boy had many siblings after that, who often ganged up to make their parents angry. However, they also added joy to the family. The woman was a dutiful wife, a fierce mother and a great cook. She opened a restuarant selling chinese food and business was very brisk, thanks to her awesome cooking skills. The man continued being a sailor, bringing home money every now and then. With all the experience gained and all the lesson learnt during his sailing career, he became a knowlegable person. He placed great emphasis on moral values, therefore his children were people who had intergity despite the fact that they might do very well in school.
Eventually the children all grew up and had their own career and family. It was time for them to retire. Just like any family, they were living in bliss and happiness. Three generations living under a rooft. As the saying goes, happiness is short-lived, and it was so true in their case. 18years ago, in 1991, the woman fell sick and passed away. Everyone was devasted, but nobody was more heartbroken than the man. Life still goes on though. He had a healthy lifestyle, exercise was necessary in his life. Fishes were his favourite and he never ever have more than 3 meals a day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner were eaten at a proper time. 17years later, 2009, he fell sick too, and had to leave the world to look for his life partner who left him.
He was a generous man, who always offered his help and tries his utmost best.
He was a magnanimous man, who accepted a malay man as his son-in-law. We all know how conservative society was in the past.
He survived World War 1 and World War 2, just because at that time he knew he wanted to live.
Few days ago, when he was in ICU, and had tubes inserted into every part of his body, lying unconscious for 2days and 2nights, he still woke up. He was suffering in silent pain, unable to talk, unable to tell anyone how he is hurting physically and emotionally. On the 3rd day, he woke up. Why? Because he wanted to say his last words, to hold his children and grandchildren's hands, to see them for the one last time. His fighting spirit was something to commend on, something that deserves admiration.
Earlier on, thursday, 15oct09, all of us went to see him for the one last time. I'm so sorry my family can't be there when you breathed your last, i'm really really sorry..... When I saw you lying down there with your eyes closed, not breathing or any tubes inserted in your body, i knew you were gone, gone to look for grandma. You were still fine the other day i went to visit you, still mouthing words, and asking my dad to take care of us. I cried a bucketful of tears. It had been years since i cried for losing someone. The pain was too much to take.
He lived till an age of 94, with 10 children, 13 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren. This post is dedicated to you, gong gong. I know you will be happy together with po po in heaven. You are a great husband, an awesome father, a benevolet grandfather and a responsible sailor. I love you, and rest in peace. You will never be forgotten, you will always live in our heart.
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