FREE !

We grieve because we have loved.

A young sage once told me that grief comes and goes in waves. It has been a month but still grief hadn't caught up.

I remember vividly the day I sent him into the nursing home. I had cried buckets. I still do, whenever I remember that day. After that day I started to see him everywhere - on the bench below our flat, in the coffee shop (that he once visited every morning), while crossing the street ... my heart ached for him then.

Strangely, I don't miss him as much now. After all, he is in a better place. A few people have asked me whether he has appeared in my dreams. My answer is "No, I think he might have gone fishing."

REST IN PEACE, DAD!

Dad passed away on Monday the 12th of August 2024.   His funeral was on Thursday the 15th, and put to rest in Peck Shan Theng yesterday, the 16th.  He was 95.

In 2001, Dad had the foresight of pre-purchasing two columbarium niche for Mum and himself back in 2001.  The word “columbarium” comes from the Latin word “columba.” It means “dovecote” or “nesting place for doves.”  

Doves often represent new beginings.  

I'd like to think that Dad has now transformed into a dove and he is in a better place - free of unhappiness, illness and pain.