you have walked through the lifegate,
you have completed your marathon.
our relationship was brief, 20 odd years, and fruitful
you have been sowing feeding guarding living.
the brevity of your words grew almost minimal,
your actions spoke louder to me since you were of few words
your fox fur tail boney legs will always remind me
the cuckoos you used to sing to, the fishes that you fed.
it used to be that you reached home at about five,
parked your bicycle, preparing shaved antler drink
that was truthfully the weirdest thing fed by you, then
you’d sit in your elastic mini chair till the Ch8 6点半 news.
we have all heard, gong gong, what you have taught
your sons and daughters, our fathers and mothers:
“family first. look out for one another.
patience and perseverance and work hard.”
it was only after listened and looked through
archives of you where i pieced together
the simple believing man that you were,
you studied the word and did your devotions.
a discerning god-fearing man. faithfully you
worshipped him obeyed him and waited on him.
your journey on earth with sin and sicknesses will be
no more because you have ascended peacefully
the moment you closed your eyes for good.
after my grandfather’s passing, i thought i should reflect aloud. those who came to pay their respects to him would know that the wake wasn’t a typical depressing set up. it was literally a party – to put it respectfully, a celebration of my gong gong’s life. the second night was madness. nothing short of a Gatsby party, well except for dancing but definitely a feast with some of his favourite 70s Christian rock blasting in the background, insufficient seats, joyous laughter and reunion for folks who haven’t seen my grandparents in years.
this went on for the next two nights.
the day time was my favourite. for 5 days, i saw my family. we were all about the smiles. it was the last few days to be physically close to my grandfather, and it was an amalgamation of chinese new year and christmas x5. i apologise for the hysterical cries of laughters, but i believe no one stopped us (despite the glares) because it was what gong gong would have praised God for – family. 11 grandchildren he has, i am thankful for being a part of his legacy.
God loved him and blessed him with strength to hang around with us year after year. but he had to leave for his rightful home on the day he slept on. it was difficult to see his physical body embalmed, but the Lord kept reminding me that my gong gong had already reached his home in the kingdom. physicality is temporal. his soul lives on now in the eternal.
Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
– 2 Corinthians 5:1