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.
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.
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…