Enough Angels...

Mourning the loss of the man who indirectly played a hugely significant role in my life. 

This is the man who gave life to, molded, showered love, provided good education and created a loving family environment to all his children. He molded my husband into the man he is today - a man whom I love dearly and whom I am proud to call my husband. For this, I am eternally grateful and indebted. 

Above all, he accepted me into his family with open arms and an open heart right from the start, and doted on me in all the numerous little things that he did. The truth is he treated me like one of his own. I will miss how he always made sure I have enough to eat and how he'll ask if I want a coca-cola whenever we eat out together, how he will go out of the way just to get me my favorite food, how he used to clean up my room in their house in Johor Bahru whenever he knew that Mark and I were planning to go back and stay over, how he'd stock up the fridge with coca-cola and iced-water when he knew I'd be going back and so much more. 

My biggest regret is my own children will grow up without having much memories of their paternal grandfather or be able to be doted on by him. My father-in-law was first diagnosed with colorectal cancer when little bun was only 6 months old, and the stress of the disease and the treatment meant he didn't get to spend much time with little bun. Yet every time when Mark spoke with him on the phone, my father-in-law would always ask "how's the little fella?" (he always affectionately refers to the youngest member in the family as 'little fella' until it got a bit confusing when Ayden came along and he started to refer to both of them by name).. He also never fails to ask Mark "how's Hershey?" (he loves dogs and is a 'fan' of Hershey). 

Of his 3 children, Mark is the most like his dad, as attested by my mom-in-law.. Their mannerisms, the way they think, the way they talk/grumble.. I used to tell Mark that if he wants to know how he will be like when he 60 years old, all he needs to do is look at his dad. Both are sticklers for punctuality (tell them to meet at 10 am and they will be waiting at 9.30 am), both are early-risers and 'morning people', both are #1 fans of pork rib soup, if they discover a new restaurant which they like, they will go back again and again and again (probably only stopping when the rest of the family begs for a break), they complain about other drivers not knowing how to 'jalan' when they are behind the wheel, both have a taste for the finer things in life and are very willing to splurge on things for loved ones, both have a mischievous streak and a wicked sense of humor, and above all, when they don't get what they want, they pull the same grumpy expression! 

He may be gone now, but he can be assured that his legacy lives on in his son, and from when I can see, this is now being passed on to the 3rd generation as little bun is beginning to exhibit the very same mischievous look/grin and cheekiness.

In loving memory.. George Lee  (1947-2013)

A loving husband, devoted father and doting grandfather.