The fragility of life

It's more than 3 years since I last blogged. Millions have things has happenned inbetween. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear etc. Can't hold my tears in today, the lost of a close family friend, someone that has brought so much to my family for the past few years, someone that could compensate my duties as a fillial son, someone that could bring joy to my dad, someone that could bring him to places that I never found the time to. Someone that could make my dad open up and someone for my dad to voice out everything in his heart. Today, he has left. Leaving his family members behind, leaving all his friends behind..

What set out to be his normal jogging routine turned out to be his last run of his life, a run that did not last for long, for he collapsed and the last sight anyone saw of him was him puking and his eye balls rolling up, not a sight anyone would want to remember of him. He thought he could run off the headache he was having, he thought it would be ok if he completed his run for that day. He assured his wife that he was alright and he would be fine. He never returned.. he never came back to say his last words to my dad, his best friend. All he could do was weeping when my dad spoke to him in the ICU...

The things that he brought to my family is uncountable.. invaluable.. closer than any uncle, closer than any so called relatives. He was selfless when it comes to my family, treating it like his own family.. always kind and never once say no to any favor requests. I still remembered during my accident two years ago, he picked me up from the accident spot together with my dad.. I could never thank him for that anymore.. My last lunch with him was 2 weeks ago.. I would never have the chance to have anymore lunches to him.. neither would my dad.. if it hurts so much for me, imagine my dad, at the age of 70, seeing his best friend leaving him.. no.. he is not even a friend.. he is more than that.. a brother to my dad.. a loyal one.. one that would never harm him.. one that would forever be there for him.. and one who could compensate me for being a useless son..

They see each other everyday.. always on the phone.. one that he could discuss the Euro with, one that he could discuss the olympic games with, one that he could share almost everything with.. sometimes even more than what he could share with my mom.. today he is gone.. he is gone forever.. God bless his soul.. for he was a kind man.. and we will always remember you.. Uncle Soh.. thanks for the kindness you brought to our family, we will never be able to repay you again.. thank you..