Of Words Unsaid

It came like a splash of cold water on the face at 3am in the morning.

He shook my hand every time I see him when we attended home-fellowship meetings.

You could always see a glint of his pearly whites on his smiling visage.

I remember him by his trademark stutter that comes along with his gentle voice.

Uncle Sim was gone at approximately 8.46pm, Tuesday, 26 October 2010.

Life is a joke when a perfectly healthy person you often rub shoulders with in church, and last talked to 2 weeks ago suddenly crumpled to the floor due to what appears to be a heart attack, and succumbed to Death in not more than half an hour later.

Legacy is farcical when you start talking about the deceased as if there are so many things about him that you could talk about now, but never thought of discussing before.

And the only thing one could say about him when being asked is that, "He was a good man."

Uncle Sim was a man of God, of integrity, of compassion and of love. He presented himself as a rare type of the male population: soft spoken, gentle, somewhat timid and pleasant. In short, a true gentleman.

My heart and prayers go out to Aunt Susan and Jared, whose hearts are filled with emotions of discombobulation and sorrow, and are probably going through the things they regret they never told their loving husband, and doting father.

Woe.

The fragility of Life:

You give and You take,

But You breath life.

"Death be not proud," challenged

Dr. Donne with his pen.

For we retire this life of

Pain of the flesh, illness of the bone,

To an eternity of peace

In mind,

In soul.

So, we thank thee, Death;

We thank thee, fragile Life.

But we thank thee both

With tears in our eyes, and

More --

More as the Tiber will flow.