I never liked him when I first met him.
I was about 9 years old then and I remember going up to my room when this Filipino-Chinese guest would visit my mom at home. My mom had been a victim of failed marriage and I was still 2 or 3 when she got separated from my dad. I grew up with my mom together with her sisters.
Being the only child, I grew up as a little princess. Literally. Bratty sometimes. And when my mom and Agong decided to live together, I felt like my kingdom has been trespassed. I had 2 brothers named Andrew and Christopher who I took care since birth. And I saw how Agong took care of my me and my mom. And that earned him my utmost respect.
I called him Uncle and he didn't have problems with that. It was hard to explain to my brothers at a later part why I call him that, now Selena is the one asking and it's even harder to explain to her! So anyway, he had been my father figure while I was growing up, but was still reluctant to be her daughter. As a teenager, I became rebellious thinking that he and my mom are trying to be too strict to me. I wish I knew better then.
Last April, he was diagnosed with a lung cancer. Stage 4. It broke my mom's heart. They tried to battle with the disease for months by trying chemotherapy & other alternative methods. But since I was told that lung cancer is an unforgiving sickness, there was no success. The hope gradually faded.
The last time I saw him was in October before leaving for KL. I could barely recognize him when I walked in our house. Just skin and bones. And he was telling me of another chemotherapy he wanted to do. He is a very strong person and he wouldn't give up just like that.
Just yesterday, my mom was called by his 1st family. To talk to Uncle on his, maybe, uhmmm, last stage. He's so fragile that he couldn't talk and couldn't move anymore. I'm not sure if he is still conscious. His health is deteriorating and so is he.
Please include our family in your prayers.