Wednesday, March 16, 2011

An Irreplaceable Man.

Thanks Dad.

   It's odd. When you're rich, friends do not leave your side, they merely turn into "friends" with motives. Perhaps it's just another biting way to find out who one's true friends are. I really miss my late Grandpa a darn mountainous lot. But I know that he's in heaven though he wasn't exactly a christian. He's the most intelligent man I've ever met, more intelligent than my own dad(his son). And when it's me(gareth) calling someone intelligent, you' got to bet that that person is one einstein equivalent. My Grandpa not only learned, but mastered more than 20 languages on his own. He is a renowned chinese physician, bloody rich person, artist, fantastic singer, respected by ministers of Singapore, survived the hell of WWII, part of a carpenter, an extraordinarily wise man and one heck of a fantastic family man. He was a great Grandfather. Too much my memory of him still lingering in my heart and I think it'll soon find a spot and settle there forever, but for a good cause.

   People have told me I'm "wise" in my words, it's only because that I've learned so much from God, my Grandpa and my Dad. During his wake, it was a little rough on me. Having to prepare the funeral, sleepless nights, peering eyes from superstitious people, and handling a new void. I know I did my best to send him off on his last journey. I only regret not spending more time with him while he was still kicking. I shouldn't have spent that much time helping others.

   I think I have too much of a problem with not being able to stop helping others. In the end these bunch of people didn't appreciate my help at all. Same reason why my Grandpa and Dad always tell me off, saying I'm way to much of a "nice" guy and that people will use me. Wish I could learn more from him. Anyways, if he is really that smart and intelligent, he would have thought of where he'll go after this life and know that Jesus is real. My gut feeling tells me that he accepted Christ somewhere near his timing. Cheers to your great journey Yeye, I'll live to tell your story.

   You'll always be remembered Yeye, so rest in peace till we meet again. 1930-2011