Take a little walk down Memory Lane

Do not feel sad, for she had never really left.
Do not cry, for tears will not bring her back.
Do not reproach upon oneself, for this is God's will.
Yet above all,
Do not lose faith, for there's a reason for everything.

Maybe it is God's will, perhaps it is fate, yet probably it is all of the above. The time in army has really made me sit up and think of many things in life, some of which are shrouded with an aura of seriousness such as the future path I would have to undertake as well as the type of life I desire. However, some of which are of plain silliness such as how would my future wife and kids resemble, yet there are also moments where I get to be alone and recollect memories of the many wonderful people I had met in my life.

Sometimes when someone close has departed from the mortal world and begin a voyage after life, one often only perceive that the person has left us physically, yet one should always remember that rather than feeling a sense of loss, perhaps from a different perception, one would see that one had gained more than loss. The departed soul had instead bestowed upon the living a most beautiful and pristine gift, memories. Perhaps one would realise that after losing someone, despite leaving behind only simple memories, it had in fact made the living more appreciative of the person, always wanting to cherish every single little threads of recollection and memories of the person who had made a change to one's life.

The above short verse may sound rather cliche, yet I still believe it is the thought that matters. I would certainly admit I am no poet capable of producing profound phrases, still I would like to dedicate it to my Primary 6 Maths and Science tuition teacher, Mrs Quek, who had departed from this world I know. It may be a little late, considering that she had left a few years ago, yet the guilt within me still haunts me for losing contact with her all these years. I am very grateful to her for painting my perception of maths with vibrant colours and for inducing my passion for the subject, yet though I do not even have a photograph of her, I constantly seek solace in her memory and the fact that I had been presented a chance by fate to continue her legacy, the art of imparting knowledge to the young and seek more to resume her cause.