89 Years Old

Although it’s true that I think about my late father every day, there are 2 days when I’m especially reminded of him. May 8 and Nov 1.

He would have been 89 years old today if the Lord didn’t call him home in 2019.

When I say that I have many memories of him, I also fear that I may one day forget the memories one by one, so I thought the best way is to write it down. From the eyes of a child (my eyes when I was a child ), my father was very much my hero. I remember how he held my hand when we crossed the road, and how he always stood between the big buses and me. Yes, I detested the exhaust pipes. He wanted to make me safe.

He was also the only man that accompanied me in the tow truck when my car broke down and had to be towed.

Even when he was frail and was bedridden, he often called out my name and wanted me to be safe. I remember painting in the living room and he’d always remind me to call him if there were intruders. The reality was that I’d be protecting him because of his frail condition but still, he wanted to protect me.

I’m so blessed to have had him as my father. As plain as he was and not perfect, and yet he reflected the goodness of the Lord. He was a good father.

Though his passing left a void in my heart, I look forward to the day when we would be reunited.

Every day is a day closer to that special day.

Resilience

A few weeks ago, this little sunflower plant was supposed to bloom. I saw a flower bud and was indeed excited. However, all the excitement died when the sparrows had a wild party and attacked the plant. Half of the plant was almost gone. It was bent and I was quite sure that it would die but I left it. Now you can see another bud. I guess it’s saying it’s not ready to die.

The sunflower plant

Remembering the Elderly When Going High Tech

Perhaps after my dad passed away, I see things very differently. When I see elderly uncles, I’m reminded of my dad. The pain after losing him can only be consoled by the nearness of God.

Matthew 5:4 New International Version

Blessed are those who mourn,
    for they will be comforted.

Yesterday I finally went to get the profile updated. Our family phone line was still registered under his name since I was the one maintaining and paying for the account all the while. As the lady was processing the updates, I saw an elderly uncle who was having a hard time understanding what the other customer service rep was explaining. At one point, the CSR was losing it. I could hear her frustration. I wasn’t able to get involved and the uncle was alone. I just felt so bad for the uncle. I don’t know if he has adult children or if he’s single and aging alone. But I feel that all the move towards going digital and paperless is a problem for the elderly because some of them do not understand what email is and they don’t send emails. So having the bills only emailed out is a disadvantage for them. The elderly uncle was holding a smartphone but he didn’t even know how to set up his own email account. The CSR had to do that for him. My next question would be : how would he know if he’s received the bill via email. Does he know that the red notification sign is to show a new email exists etc…

Truth is, most of us would get old one day too. Maybe if we’re in the 30s or 40s, we’re blessed to have the knowledge in using email and other technology. But what happens when technology outruns us and those of us in our 30s-40s become like the elderly 70s-80s of today, struggling with technology ? Another truth is, just because you’re married, and have children – you can’t guarantee that you will have at least 1 with you when you’re old. Some may migrate to other countries. And if you’re aging alone, it becomes even more challenging.

So forgive me if I’m really not all too keen on going 100% paperless and always chasing for new and higher technology. Because really – will it ever be enough to satisfy human greed? I still hope and wish that they’d think of the elderly as they try to introduce new technology. Like paying for parking – digital ecoupon etc… ? Again – not all elderly knows how to use the smart parking app. In fact, some might only use the phone just for Whatsapp and WeChat.

While I may be working for a company that consistently chases after higher speed in technology…5G 6G …. (I don’t think it’ll ever satisfy them even if they get to 9 or 10G), I personally don’t think all that high speed solve the real world problems of today. Just my 2 cents..

Time – The Most Expensive Commodity

It would’ve been an ordinary day, except that it’s not. I saw a facebook post from a group I belong in. Not long after that, “RIP” messages started to appear under the main post. I was so shocked. While I did not know her personally, I’ve met her before. I’ve seen her in person. It’s just mind blowing.

Apparently she discovered about her illness just about 3 – 4 weeks ago. Now she’s gone.

It takes me back to the time when my father passed away. In the morning I still held his hand but in the afternoon, I was busy interacting with various parties to plan his funeral.

If you’re a workaholic, please treasure your life and treasure those around you – your loved ones etc. The work may be there, but tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Don’t live your life as if you will always wake up tomorrow and climb up your precious ladder. Even if you do wake up tomorrow, you don’t know if your loved ones will.

Psalm 90:12-17 New Life Version

12 Teach us to understand how many days we have. Then we will have a heart of wisdom to give You.

Sailing Home

Having a hard week because of work and it’s only the 2nd day of the week. I suddenly thought of this song and it made me smile and gave me something to look for. I’m not sure who composed this song but I found the verse encouraging. Was it Seth Sykes that wrote the song?

“With Christ in my vessel, I can smile at the storm, Smile at the storm, smile at the storm

With Christ in my vessel, I can smile at the storm, as we go sailing home..”

Why does it encourage me? Knowing He is in my vessel, and knowing we are sailing home.

Yes. Sailing home. Heavenbound.