It is still hard to talk about him.
But I feel I should so that in years to come, when memories of him slowly but surely fade away, I will still be able to remember him.
I will remember you as the doting uncle who brought me and Abang Ijan to our very first trip to Toys R' Us. Imagine our ecstasy when you told us that we can pick any one item from the store.
I will remember you as the uncle who gave me my first holiday job as the 'napkin-folding officer' when I was still in primary school.
I will remember you as the uncle who, knowing that my parents had a hard time bringing up 6 kids, never failed to buy us the usual dozen of Hari Raya bottled drinks.
I will remember you as the uncle who always gave us $20 during Hari Raya.
I will remember you as the uncle who, again, knowing our parent's plight, sponsored our baju kurung, (material & tailoring)for Pak Busu's wedding.
I will remember you as the uncle who seemed genuinely proud and stroked my hair with so much fatherly love when you saw my Uni scroll.
I will remember you as the uncle who rushed over to bring the starving nieces Nasi Briyani when we were waiting for ayah who was undergoing operation at the hospital.
I will remember you as the uncle who will always chide ayah in the nicest possible way about his smoking habit.
I will remember you as the uncle who cooked and brought one whole pot of mee briyani when Shahreil's side came to ask for my hand in marriage.
I will remember you as the uncle who led the marhaban for all the kenduri's at my house.
I will remember you for cooking the best nasi briyani ever.
I will remember you in your white tshirt and the pink tuala wrapped over your head when you are cooking at weddings.
I wish I have a lot more to remember you by.
You were a good man.
You are now in a better place, Pak Long.
I will remember you in my prayers.
But I feel I should so that in years to come, when memories of him slowly but surely fade away, I will still be able to remember him.
I will remember you as the doting uncle who brought me and Abang Ijan to our very first trip to Toys R' Us. Imagine our ecstasy when you told us that we can pick any one item from the store.
I will remember you as the uncle who gave me my first holiday job as the 'napkin-folding officer' when I was still in primary school.
I will remember you as the uncle who, knowing that my parents had a hard time bringing up 6 kids, never failed to buy us the usual dozen of Hari Raya bottled drinks.
I will remember you as the uncle who always gave us $20 during Hari Raya.
I will remember you as the uncle who, again, knowing our parent's plight, sponsored our baju kurung, (material & tailoring)for Pak Busu's wedding.
I will remember you as the uncle who seemed genuinely proud and stroked my hair with so much fatherly love when you saw my Uni scroll.
I will remember you as the uncle who rushed over to bring the starving nieces Nasi Briyani when we were waiting for ayah who was undergoing operation at the hospital.
I will remember you as the uncle who will always chide ayah in the nicest possible way about his smoking habit.
I will remember you as the uncle who cooked and brought one whole pot of mee briyani when Shahreil's side came to ask for my hand in marriage.
I will remember you as the uncle who led the marhaban for all the kenduri's at my house.
I will remember you for cooking the best nasi briyani ever.
I will remember you in your white tshirt and the pink tuala wrapped over your head when you are cooking at weddings.
I wish I have a lot more to remember you by.
You were a good man.
You are now in a better place, Pak Long.
I will remember you in my prayers.
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