Reverbation

Last night in the empty basement car park, the reverb spark in me the desire to break out in worship.

Hearing the sound I make reverbing ever so slightly was a joy that was simple and needed no explanation.
I almost even broke out in singing but I just hummed the tune that appear in my head.

Maybe someday...

Most of all it was a good reminder of that 'Yes, I will still praise You.'
Even through these days of griefs, losses and just overwhelming darkness....
'Yes, I will still praise You.'

Smoking kills.

The big smile.
Those big ears.
Smoke rings.
The smell of Dunhill compared to other brands.
Double angpows.
This two toned green color room.
There wouldn't be another like him.

What I felt like.
Was that pure joy?
Was that pure happiness?

All it took was one smile.
It's so simple when it comes to him, my favorite uncle.

It's only ever been happy memories with him.
No obligation, no judgement, no expectation from this brother of my father; the only sibling raised by my great grandmother.

Lassie, Carrie and Fisher.
They had a loving owner.

I wish I hadn't thrown away that one cigarette in that one golden box I managed to sequestered away once upon a time.
If only just to bring it to you now.

You asked for nothing but gave me so much.

Ah cheg, thank you.
For showing me a life of marching to your own tune.
For loving me as you did.

Rest in peace, Ah Yeong Cheg.
3rd May 2019.