Mr Lee Kuan Yew passed away on March 23, 2015. It was something we saw coming, but did not expect.
The news reports have prepared us for it. They gave us the latest updates on his deteriorating health, and complications due to infections. Due to severe pneumonia, Mr Lee was first admitted to hospital on February 5, 2015, and the following timeline ensued:
It's extremely disheartening that old age got the better of him.
To be frank, as a young Singaporean who seldom engage myself in politics, the sadness I initially felt was only minimal.
But I've never anticipated this minimal well of emotions to multiply so dramatically during the days after his death. The papers are splashed with his pictures; tentages are available at various places for tributes; the tremendously long queue outside the Parliament; and the continuous replays of his speeches since the 1970s on television.
I never thought I would feel so much for a person I've never met in person before. But now, I feel it in everything I see, everything I do, and I feel his presence everywhere.
I'm not one to be disgruntled by the little annoyances in life. I appreciate Singapore as she is, because I love the secureness of this country, I love how we have to be bilingual; and I love how we can indulge in the food of different cultures.
To honour our first Prime Minister, long queues snaked from the Parliament house and the waiting time to enter ranged from 8 to 10 hours. But I was willing to wait.
Yet, I didn't manage to pay my final respects to our founding father.
Why?
My mum disallowed me to. Due to superstitious reasons, she advised against my want. I was clearly upset, but there was no way I can go ahead without going against my conscience for I love my mother dearly.
Mr Lee had so much passion for his job, he dedicated 60 over years to building Singapore. I had to do something, no. matter. what.
So I did the unthinkable. I wrote the former Minister Mentor a letter. Addressed to his home at 38 Oxley Road, I sent it out without a second thought.
Even though he will not read it. Not because he wished not to, but because he couldn't.
"And even from my sickbed, even if you are going to lower me into the grave and I feel that something is going wrong, I'll get up."
— Then Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew, during the 1988 National Rally.
Rest in peace, Papa Lee.