:: The Passing of a Shooting Star ::
I first knew him over dinner JH's place at KL Mansion.
He brought with him too much salad, nicely packed into a large tupperware.
He was articulate, funny, and never failed to fuel a dinner conversation
With his witty antics and his infectious laughter.
I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to know him on a more personal level.
On a deeper level, I found him to be sensitive and empathic.
He was a mentor and a friend.
As our paths crossed in more ways than one, he offered sound advice
In the few directions that I was then, heading to.
And I remember, him,
For constantly reminding his guests to hold onto their wine glasses
When Casper approaches with his long black tail.
For sharing his love of his religion and of his episode
Of leading his group to Israel.
For making the effort to put on the dinner table, always
The tau kua and ngo hiang from the famous BT stall.
There were things that we were supposed to do together still:
Like watching An Inconvenient Truth DVD.
Like going through his photo albums.
As as the shooting star fades away,
I recall my last moment with him, as I walked into his room in ICU.
It was only for a minute.
I left the flowers outside the room, and put beside him
A green softtoy frog, as he smiled weakly at me.
A shooting star may have passed
But the inspired remain, to follow the star's example to inspire more
And also to appreciate life and treasure loved ones.
The eulogy for Rob, as I fondly called him so.