How time flies. It's coming to a year since you left us, son.
This time last year, you were already very sick but mummy had no idea at all. Mummy didn't know that less than a month later, you would leave us. I was still doing my own thing at the computer with you sitting next to mummy.
Yet the signs were there. In the last few months of your earthly life, you had lost weight. You were already skinny to begin with. I watched with a deep sense of helplessness at your bony frame wrapped with skin, how your buttock muscles had wasted away. What was happening in your body? You couldn't tell us. I'm so sorry.
Then you had an epileptic fit on the night of Sunday 7 June 2020. It lasted for more than an hour. We tried to take care of you on our own. All the years, we took care of your and nursed you back to health whenever you fell sick. Except for the time when you were 2+ years old, we had avoided the hospital.
There was the time when you were in your early teens, and fell sick with high fever and a resulting fit. We took care of you too, and sucked the phlegm from your throat. You were so sick for almost a month but eventually you recovered.
When you had the fit on Sunday, and the fit kept coming back, and became more frequent, mummy was anxious, confused and afraid. I really wanted to call for an ambulance. At the same time, I was so afraid I would not be allowed to visit you in hospital as we were in Phase 1 after the Circuit Breaker.
Eventually, on 10 June, we brought you to Tan Tock Seng Hospital where you were admitted straightaway. I had hope against hope that it would just like the time when you were in your early teens, so sick and yet you recovered. But it didn't happen that way this time.
Not a single day passed when mummy does not think of you. You are my dearest son. Time will not wash away the pain.
My life is being given as an offering for God. The time has come for me to leave this life here. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have served the Lord faithfully.
2 Timothy 4:6-7, ERV
