simulacrum of life

at a shelter in east coast park. barely 50 metres from the national sailing centre. the wind blowing strongly. the forces of nature seemed to be really active. you asked me to ask you again. i did. you agreed. we hugged. the overcast sky burst open and it poured. we sat down on the bench and got drenched by the downpour that was coming in almost horizontally. we huddled together and it we thought to ourselves that just maybe, we were being blessed by the heavens. i love you ma.

2 years and 1 day ago... it was just after i watched star wars episode 3 in sydney. as i was walking back to my place, i got a call from my sis. she told me that thatha had passed away. a part of me crumbled. another part of me felt relief that he was finally out of the misery that he had been in for the past 4 months.

2 years ago.. i landed back in singapore and got whisked away to my grandparents' house. in the evening, i felt the need to escape the wailing and i felt the need to express myself. met anuja and we drove up to kent ridge park, where we sat on a bench overlooking pasir panjang wharf and she helped me put down my thoughts into words (thanks noojie). this was the result. the eulogy was well received by those who attended the ceremony at the crematorium.

thatha, we still remember you and your influence in our lives will always be there. we miss you.