| Saturday, March 24, 2007


well, probably this will be the last u will hear of the unfilial son.
aint gonna let him haunt me forever since i will probably hopefully not meet him again.

on the last day of the funeral, woke up at 630am to do some market-ing buying those flowers to place into the pail of water for the ppl to wash their face after the cremation or burning ceremony.

the last rosary prayer was on 8am just before those white/black men push the coffin into the little musical van. the van was playing Amazing Grace at the time.

at the last rosary prayer, i couldnt help but feel tears in my eyes though they didnt drop. i guess my eyes sucked them back pretty fast.
yes, as usual everyone stood there and prayed except the same old gang.

in my opinion, the grandson is a person with no idea of his own. becos being under the bloodline of uncle thomas, though his dad didnt wan to pray, he could have done it. its not like uncle thomas sek me and didnt sek him. (sek is in cantonese for "teng" like .. love)

auntie julie was wailing before they covered the coffin glass opening for ppl to see the face. then everyone followed the musical van. surprised at their action, i couldnt stand seeing that boy kenneth being manipulated by his mum and standing so far away from the van. its like normally, the van goes and then the wife and then the son and behind is all the relatives and grandkids. but the daughter in law and kenneth was standing like almost the middle section.

i went over and confronted them both.
"eh. u and auntie should go infront just behind the van. since ure the relative of uncle thomas and its respect for ure gong gong that ure behind him"
i even feel like adding "if u dun wan be his grandchild then let me noe. i wish i have a granddaddee like him.." but i didnt

so we all sat the service bus to the church and then more ppl cried there. some of the ppl that didnt attend the funeral cried too, at the church. its quite touching that about 3/4 of the church is filled.

i was given the duty to give out handkerchiefs for those who were sobbing. ah.. i almost needed 1 for myself.
daddee took uncle thomas' car to drive the direct relatives to the mandai cremato-watever. the burning place.
then there was this small lecture-theatre-kinda-hall where ppl place those flowers on the coffin and some ppl will go up there to speak about how they feel about uncle thomas. i didnt have the chance as i dun think im even expected to say anything, but it will be on my blog.

    i've known uncle thomas for quite some years ever since i moved to Jurong. it was him that helped mummiee and daddee to blend into the new church environment by often asking them to join in prayer groups and activities. it is by God's grace that we are able to meet such a great man.

    for me, i've never have a chance to really get the feeling of having grandparents at all. the feeling of all my grandparents have long faded away when i was really young. uncle thomas cared for me at times like how a grandparent would, to a grandchild. he would ask about my results and wat im doing currently. even when i often tagged with mummiee along to go for meals with him, he will always find a western food stall and nicely tucked in a 10dollar note into my hands and told me to buy some fried chicken. he knew i love fried chicken/wings alot.

    but he himself never liked deep fried food though he love all the other traditional food like oyster and char kway teow. he is a food-lover just like me. i enjoy going out with him becos he is 1 person that knows all the location of the nice traditional food. i'm missing him cos of his kindness and generousity. sometimes he will ask me, "Moses, have u eaten already?" becos im sure he knows i love food alot too.

    he is a very generous man. he keeps his newspaper to give to a sweeper so that they can make additional earnings. he gives money to those nurses that is helping out in the hospital or old age homes. he would love that everyone can have the money to eat good food and meals. food money is not something that he'd love to saved up on.

    often, he would drive mummiee and me (if i tagged along) to prayers since its always on different locations. he and daddee sometimes often tried to be the first to pay the money for the meal, pushing each other's hands to prevent them from paying.

    i.. kinda missed him alot.


after that, we came back to have lunch. i've heard from mummie that daddee and uncle patrick have complained about the son.

daddee said when he was driving them back to jurong after the mandai thing, he noticed the son sat beside the driver's seat and placed the father's photo at the feet there. wtf.. suppose to hold it in the hands isnt it..

uncle patrick was telling everyone also that he saw the son was bringing up some stuff back home and holding 2 candles. where is uncle thomas' photo? in between the armpit..
and uncle patrick said in cantonese "tai dou ngan dou bhao sai fhor" (see until eyes explode with fire)
probably like this

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