The eulogy I did not get to share in person.
One of my earliest memories of Datuk, and arguably one of my earliest memory in general, would have to be laying in Datuk’s arms of heavy cigarette smell, and playing with his dark, rough hands and fingers before falling asleep. As you may see in this photo, Datuk was bottle feeding a baby. That baby was me, and having him in my life from the very beginning and knowing that he’s no longer around...