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Monday, May 31, 2010

Holding on to Precious Memory


2nd June 2010
There is NOT a day that has passed by that I did not shed any tears of our farewell. Is it already 2 weeks?  But everything I do, see and touch, I am reminded of your absence!
The unbearable loneliness that assailed me in the middle of the night when I awoke, the daily tender acts of pampering that you used to do even walking in the sun without you holding or fetching the umbrella from the car made me feel that life is not worth living without YOU in my moment of weakness!I know I  have to move on but the inertia will require a ton of discipline. 


Lest my readers are unduly alarmed, I would like to add that as a highly responsible person, strengthened by the countless prayers by loved ones, I will remain strong for the children and the family. May our Lord continue to wipe our tears and guide us through THIS VERY DIFFICULT time.


Happiness is ever so swift, you wish it would be forever, often the pain lingers on and memories haunt




Thank you very much to all of you who have been following this blog faithfully. The prayers, encouragement, the help, the gifts of food and support has been overwhelming. The tears you have shed while reading my blog reflects the sadness you feel, it also honours the one who is gone.
The boundless energy that I used to have seem to have dissipated, forgive me if I am not be able to respond to all your smses. Do remind me of any protocol that I have not observed as I tend to be a little slow in my reflexes of late. Perhaps I should stop blogging but it seem to have become an obsessive thing which I indulge in my heart-broken state.
1st June 2010

The treasurer of the tapioca chips project( as mentioned in his brother's eulogy) - entrepreneurs of the Lim family who sold the chips at 7 cents a packet and they made enough money to buy a $700 sofa set (which is still sitting in the living area of his parent's home) and a VCR. I will have to charge admission fees if anyone wants to look at it.

The $3000 loan to buy Kim Han's first car-- fringe benefit-- LG got to use the car to fetch LK to wherever she wanted to go --- Those were the days where he was at her command??
On our first date-- we were destined to be together -- an INDISPUTABLE FACT

Being a shy and reserved person, he was not keen to pose like the dancer behind!
Part of the process of grieving involves clinging on ....



I have been advised to let go .... easier said than done

These shots look new because I have been busy with adobe photoshop. The good thing about doing all these is I am now able to talk about LG to strangers like people who do not know us like the insurance agent and the staff at Service Bureau without tearing too much.

During our courtship, many of the weekends were spent helping out at the satay stall and the fruits of our labour is to carry some supper back for my own family.
LG was so excited on the swearing in as warrant officer-- I was of course a little bored by it --- now I am contrite at not being more supportive
LG's 40th Bday
LG was so proud to be the champion's father - hence he was upset with me when I threw the trophy away when it tarnished many years later.
Church camp- Greased Lightning crew

Nobody BUT YOU can bring back the Old ME -- something seems to have died in me. Even listening to all my favourite dance  music just will not make any measurable difference.


Because I was so awed by the Niagara Falls- LG said we would go back there again after we retire and now it is only a dream that will never come true.

"The Lord is our maker, he paints our life-pictures and we are the actors. Man should thus always submit and be thankful for every bit. The Lord gives us roses, and with them also the thorns. Man is to enjoy its sight and scent but also bear its prick and pain."

Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same that it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well......Henry Scott Holland

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