Tuesday, January 29, 2008,
dear uncle,
its been hard to come to terms that i'll never see you again, in person. i've taken it from granted that u'll always be here. but now that you're gone, it just feels like. a great loss. its as something thats always been a part of me has been wrenched away. its gone. forever. its never ever coming back.
its always been great. its like. you live so near. if theres a problem, we could just seek you for help and being nice, you would try to the best of your ability to help us. life was great then. i used to go to your hosue to play with the dog when i was a small kid, play on your swings, occasionally taking walks with you... and many more activities. you treated me exactly like the son you never had.
suddenly, as i grew older, we really drifted. i became closer to my friends and further away from family. i barely even saw you. and then, last year, u suddenly got cancer. usually i thought of u as a strong person. despite you age, u still looked very young. however, u survived the cancer for awhile, so i did not think much of it. i acted as if nothing had happened. i lived in self-delusion.
then, it got more and more serious. suddenly, u were bed ridden and needed help to walk. you started losing all your hair. there was a tube sticking out of you all the time. however, despite the predicament you were in, u still thought of others.
"how is school this year?"
yes, it shows how caring u are. u even cared about something so frivalous of how i was at school even though u were in such a condition.
suddenly, i had to help to bring u for checkups. you couldn't even get off the bed yourself - i had to help you support your weight. i had to push your wheel chair. however, as u usually such a strong person, i still did not think much of it. i didn't even bother and somehow, my mind was burying itself in other problems.
then last week, there was the news that you were ailing. u had to be admitted in hospital. u could not even stay at your own house anymore.
then even more sudden, i heard the news that you have only a few hours to live...on my birthday. it hit me like a bomb. i went to hospital to see you, and already, your condition was critical. u could not even breathe properly, u were gasping for air. u were so thin. your eyes could not even shut itself, it was stuck half open. u were braindead. that was the last time i saw u ... alive.
when i saw you today, in the wooden casket. i could only see your face through the glass panel. i realised that i'll never ever see your face agian. as i stared at your face, saw every single feature of the face that i've come to know so well. i'll always remember it. in my heart. even though i can't attend the funeral tomorrow and won't see your face anymore, i'll alwyas remember it. forever. i'll always, always remember you.
there were many arguments about the type of funeral u would have. there was a big argument that his parents were taoist or sth. however, im glad that one thing happened. u accepted christ. even though u missed out on the whole life of getting to know him better, i know you probably are saved. cause as long as u believe, and repent, through grace u will be saved. knowing how honest u are, im sure u actually truly believe. at least you decided to accept jesus as saviour before you die.
so goodbye uncle. one day, i'll see you in heaven (i hope). one day. i'll see you again. and we'll all be happy. there would not be any illness anymore. there won't be anything to give us problems. i'll see you. one day.
love,
John
Save me from this road I'm on,
8:04 AM