And so you left finally.

Leaving beloved ones behind.
We have mixed feelings for you.
Wanting you to be free of all pains & sufferings yet couldn't bear to let you go.
Maybe bcos of mummy who often told us stories of her big brother. We've grown attached to you since young.

Without your pocket money, mummy wouldn't be able to continue her secondary sch education. Without your pocket money, mummy wouldn't be able to take up her seamstress' course.
Without your pocket money, mummy wouldn't be able to be who she is today, and she wouldn't be able to in turn, provide for us.

I miss your loud, clear voice, your big bear hugs & your heartily laughs during your many visits at our Dover place, you're like a surrogate dad to mummy even before grandpa left us. Mummy often told us she's indebted to you.

I couldn't accept still with your sudden departure though I kept telling myself, "He's free finally".

I'll miss you dearly.

I'm missing you already.