I meet U** Uncle

I met this Uncle during my Kampar stay last year, at my kai Papa store, he was a regular customer during lunch hours, but I didn’t came to know him well except my kai papa had told him about me. A late 5o years old man, he always wear a cheerful color shirt whenever he came by. The day when I first met him, he told me… he knows me more then I ever think off. Well I had no cue in what he means.


So I took a site and continue look further on what he is talking about, mention some of his liking, hanging around the store, spending times there rather then staying home. I ask why…he say now it is too lonely to stay in the empty house, ever since his wife past away...mostly his talks was not about himself but his beloved wife, he was so proud of his wife…saying she could made beautiful clothes, helping him earned extra, kept his house organize…endure few times of cancer diseases up till the last fatal one which took her life. He says she was a very strong person, even though facing with the sickness she still continue to work on her passion sewing clothes . This time I learn another subs turn of love mean, which you feel the proud toward the person you love.


I just smiled and looked on his face, without saying much, just let him finish, and I barely able to find any words to say in return, because I was cover with sadness and resentment at the time. I asked myself…why i encounter with this kind of people…the Canadian old man…my grandma…Din…and get myself overturn with feelings. Question upon why God want me to be there, what He actually want me to see, learn or to listen? Sometimes doubts came upon, I begin to question …am I been too sensitive or over react. After a while the picture came to make sense…on how He promises us, of never forsaken us or leaving us alone. Remember how He had created Eve and Adam for each other to fill up what is lack and the incomplete, even though with God but somehow the loneliness still clings on. He understand fully, that why they were there for me, and I for them.


Sometimes; the broken can’t be meant neither one can refuse the calls of heaven, just like a death… a separation, but look out the line He draw for you, and wrote a song for you. Look out for the star which shines for you. When he say, “I love you”.


There is a saying “past is past” meaning letting go what is behind, end the chapter and move forward to the next for the good purpose. But I learn something more after I meet this few people, they teach me, to look upon what was meant to be beautiful at the past, be thankful …grateful ..For we been blessed with His love even though it was just a yesterdays left over.