Remembrance

 

Clouds JW

Went with Bear to pay respect to JW. It has been 2 years already, how time flies. Weather around this time of the year has always been horrid, the memory of how we were stuck in a marshy bogland during our previous visit was still fresh in our minds. Undaunted by the rain, we still made our way to the columbarium. There was a section of lowland which was flooded and the cabbie won’t take us no further. A kind truck uncle gave us a ride across the water.

{20070412} Flooded {20070412} Pretty fast flowing too

The shower was reduced to a drizzle by the time the columbarium’s gates were in sight. We found our way pretty easily. Pin dropped by earlier this week, we saw his lily and his card too.

Why is that we pay respect to those who’ve left us? I think most of us know that our soft mummerings would never be heard by those who’ve passed away. Personally, I feel it’s all about remembrance. Everyone who’ve met before touched our lives in one way or another, sometimes in ways too subtle for us to remember. Even after they’ve passed on, these ways stay with us. When we pay respect to them, we remember who we were, how who’ve grown with them and where we are now. Through him, I’ve learnt what friendship is about and above all, I learnt humility. And it reminded me how many people I’m neglecting as I’ve once neglected him.

{20070412} Rain clearing up {20070412} Beautiful Day

As we made our way back, the rain has all but left us and the overcast gave way to a beautiful sky. The flood waters subsided and we could make our way out. Life goes on but I remember…

4 thoughts on “Remembrance

  1. “Why is that we pay respect to those who’ve left us? I think most of us know that our soft mummerings would never be heard by those who’ve passed away. Personally, I feel it’s all about remembrance. Everyone who’ve met before touched our lives in one way or another, sometimes in ways too subtle for us to remember. Even after they’ve passed on, these ways stay with us. When we pay respect to them, we remember who we were, how who’ve grown with them and where we are now.”

    That’s true. I’m pretty surprised that you have this thought. For me, this happened to be the 11th year of my mother’s death (she died when I was 10) but I didn’t quite realise how she touched my life during the beginning 10 years of my life. Perhaps, she is the one who gave me my life, my name and some of my memories but I didn’t treasure it.

    I don’t even know if I remember her name or her face but as time flies, the memory becomes vague and eventually obsolete. So, while you have the memory of your friend, do keep it forever, because you might forget him in the future and eventually he might not be remembered.

    Subby: Sorry to hear about your mom. While I can’t hope to make you remember her through this entry, I can only wish this entry helps everyone remember and cherish the people around them. I wrote once of how people die twice, while he may no longer live among us, he shall continue to live in all of us who he’d touched in way or another. Cheers.

  2. I don’t know what to say with regards to this post seriously,but thank you for writing it down.He was a great pal.I never knew why,it’s not like we catch up a lot or hang out lots,but he was great.

    Though two years has passed,I’ve never visited him or attended the funeral,memories of him and me lingers on strongly,and often I find myself thinking of him often,always hoping that he is at somewhere out there, smiling happily,looking at us going through our lives.

    On a very personal note,whenever I am down,I would think of him,and tell myself,”Hey Buddy,since you left early,let me experience life for you,so that when I next see you,I can share the experience with you…”.No I am not suicidal.I just wanna share with him my moments of life.

    I miss him lots.Especially each time I pass by places or do things that we would do together,I could just see him smiling and enjoying himself.(Thanks Jingwei,not like you’re gonna read this,but thanks for leaving me your foot prints in my Life.)

    Sorry Sub.I think its high time I start a blog to write stuff down,rather than leaving them all over your comments page.

    Subby: Hey man. JW is not about how many races he runs with you but the distance he goes with you. I still remember our late night chats and impromptu suppers as well as when all 3 of us sat around the void deck, drinks from 7-eleven in hand, discussing how messed up our lives were. Even after he moved to Teck Whye, he cycled all the way down to Yew Tee for supper once, that day is etched forever in my mind. My only regret is not realising him for the friend that he is before I lost him.

    I’m not sure if it had been hard on you to visit. Should you decide to pay a visit some day, let me know and I’d bring you down.

    Should you ever want to start writing, give me a holla. I believe slynk always has room for one more. Take care bro. Catch up soon.

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