For he whom is asleep, on a journey, home with the Lord

Part One
In remembrance of my beloved greatfather, Mr Wong Seik Kum, aged 82,  born on 04-04-1934. Called home to be with the Lord on 04-06-2016, 5.12am.

He was so very much lively just a few weeks ago. Despite with difficulty breathing and irregular condition, he hung on till the very last. Whenever I visited him at the hospital, I would massage his hands and legs, urging him do some light exercises while on bed. His hands were soft to the touch, his smile as gentle and sweet. He was happy every time we visited him.
Growing up, I remember grandpa as a caring figure yet a strong-willed father to my dad, uncles and aunts..
He would often remind us to work hard in our studies or work, not to stay out late, to listen to our parents, be good kids, and not to drink and smoke. His teachings played a part in shaping who I am today.
Grandpa was a fabulous chef, specialising in Cantonese cuisine. On festive occasion like Chinese New Year and Dragonboat Festival, he would prepare guo jing zong, (dumplings), fattchoy donggu, lotus leaf rice, lotus root soup and more. I was told that his dimsum (siew mai) was excellent too, but I was probably too young to remember.
We will miss you very dearly Grandpa. Thank you for loving us to your best and always been so doting.

"13 But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. 14 For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep."
- 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14

Part Two
An overcast sky and heavy heart filled this morning.  It was raining as we sent yeye off his last journey from earth. Tears of sadness poured down from our eyes. He had a lifetime of 82 years, of which 23 years he was in mine.

I will always remember the feeling we all had. Those swollen eyes, uncontrollable tears,screams of farewell at Hall 3. That moment when his body was wheeled in and out. And that feeling of not being able to touch and feel him anymore. I will miss the feeling of his warm soft hands, albeit being swollen.

As we leave mandai, the clear blue sky greets us. I think of it as a sign that God has all things planned.

The Bible shares three metaphor of death. As fallen asleep, a journey and going back home with the Lord.
Now that he has gone to a better place. I pray that he is now with the Lord and has found peace, happiness and comfort in the land above. No sickness or pain again.
I believe he is smiling down at us, that he shall watch over his children and grandchildren.

I will always miss you yeye... 08-06-2016, 2.29pm.