It is with a heavy heart to see my maternal uncle reaching his lifespan of 90 years. As a young boy, I remembered him as a big man of stature and yet generous to his nieces and nephews - the numerous trips he brought us to East Coast Park on his pickup, the KFC treats when it first started its chain of restaurants, and having chickens using knives and forks back then. I was really thankful for how Jesus orchestrated his salvation during his last three days here through my cousin, Jas, and the prayer group - you know who you are. One worthy moment was my cousin got him to pray for himself and ask Jesus to heal the pain he felt in his leg that night. Shortly after, she went to the washroom and upon coming back, he said in Mandarin, "Jesus, I trust in you," repeatedly. That really surprised my cousin and she managed to record that down and shared it with us. In fact, I teased her if she got him to memorise that line and she vehemently denied it. 🤣 On Saturday morning, his condition deteriorated as he experienced difficulties in breathing and a mild stroke. He passed away peacefully this morning. It made me reflect on what I would be remembered for during my last days here on earth as my loved ones stood around my deathbed. My work, idiosyncrasies, stupid pride, irritating procrastination, humility, urgency, and purpose guided my life. I do not want to sound morbid here, but death is just a passage one must go through, and the legacy I would leave behind. Looking back, I could have been dead from a motorcycle accident in June 2000, just thankful that I am still breathing here through His protection for another 21 years. Really never know what curveballs life would throw at you. I believe the only way is to rely on Him in bringing me through each season with His grace and mercy and finally, to be found faithful in Him. 大舅, thanks for the memories, and till we meet again. #zandxsg #myinstalifesg https://www.instagram.com/p/CiprkSQB86lCVcQTcaVJMKRqQluy1W2on2Jchg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=