Time to go home

Yesterday we recieved news fron All Saint’s Home. Ah Poh, passed away at the age of 105. For those who don’t know her, she’s the old lady who ‘catwalked’ a few years back for a CIP thing and made it into the news . For the rest of us, she’s the dear old lady, oldest in fact, that has been with the Church way before I was even born.

When my father was first training as a bible college student in Bethany, she was there. And for many many years, she continued to be.

The dear old lady , a devoted christian and a fan of local delights always with an appetite for chilli crab and durian.
But even she was not immune to ageing . With old age came many problems, she became weak, moving was hard on her frail body. Sometimes when we do not turn up to fetch her to church , she would surprisingly turn up , having taken a cab to church on her own. That went on for as long as her body could take it before it finally could no longer take it anymore.

My last visit to Ah Poh was slightly about a month ago. The old lady glee at the sight of us. Then she looked slightly disappointed when we didnt bring food. Later my dad turnes up with a bowl of fish ball noodles. Her expression was, as cliché as it may seem, priceless. There was really no words I could use.
Feeding her took a while. We had to cut the fishball into small bits, watch her chew with that single remaining tooth, and watch in fear that she would choke. image

We were actually half expecting her not to recognise us, but she did. She began showing the number one to us.

Saying “One more.”

For a moment none of us could figure out who she was talking about.

The it hit us.

2 years ago we hired a helper. Whenever Ah Poh came to church, she would help her around. 2 years later we gotten so used to life without her that we forget about her existence.

The old lady lying on the bed did not.

Maybe it’s the writer in me seeing things that isn’t there, but I believe that there’s many things we can learn from this dear old lady.

Devote yourself to something, a belief, a religion, a hobby. Make it stick and dont ever let anything sway your devotion. Make it a reason life is worth living because when everything else fades, it might be so.

Enjoy the simple pleasures in life. You don’t want to miss out in this, taste good food, enjoy it while you can. You’ll miss it when you can no longer eat or drink.

Remember those who cared for you, those who showed you kindness and hope and above all, love. Don’t forget.
Yes, bad things happen. Here’s the way I see it, maybe the good don’t necessarily make bad things good . But the bad things don’t always make the good things bad. Indulge yourself in the good, forget the bad. Life’s too short to tweet about a horrible day or an argument. Let yourself forget it , your realise how petty and childish somethings are. Remember the good. Do good to others. These are the things that should last.

It’s been a busy week but I guess this has been a good reminder.
We all have to go home some day, some earlier than others. In the end we’ll just be stories told to another. Living in someone else’s memory.

Make it a good one shall we?



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