Final Teen Year…

So this was a month ago, but still relevant… in some ways, it’s good to blog about it today, which is the summer solstice and the last day of Tobias’ final exams.

Yep, a month ago he turned 19 and today he finished the last of his exams for his pre-university education.

It seems like such a long time ago that we were sending him to his first day at kindergarten and yet at the same time, the years have just flashed by. Such a clichè thing to say but nevertheless it’s true.

Are there things I wish I could go back and redo or unsay? Of course. Has it been filled with heartache and tears? Some of it. But it was also filled with joy, laughter and adventures.

In a few months, he is off to serve NS (National Service) in Singapore. A whole new chapter of his life and our journey as his parents, as a family.

I wanted to link to all the previous birthday posts but decided it was too much. So I am going to link to just this one – for his 9th birthday, 10 years ago, where I also mentioned clichè and comtemplated if I would be ready for him to venture out on his own.

I don’t know if I am 100% ready but I know it’s a great next step for him to take out into the big wide world. Are you a parent whose children have flown the nest? How was it? How did you manage the complete change in lifestyle and focus? Care to share?

Here’s a few photos from Tobias’ 19th birthday:

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Chasing the Snow…

Yep, that’s what we did for the February sports holidays here in Switzerland. We went searching for snow. Why? Because global warming/climate change has meant that this alpine nation, once known for great skiing didn’t get enough snow for the season!

So we went up to a mountain we had never been to before, having heard that they might have more snow than others – we went to Crans Montana. Not somewhere we would usually go because it’s a bit further away and has been known to be expensive.

While there was little snow in the village, just a short up the way you could see the white stuff so it was not too bad. We had an okay time. The husband and son said the snow was not good by the afternoon, so they returned early and decided not to ski the next day. Lexi and I had a wonderful walk across the mountain; the views were amazing. But I took a tumble on an icy patch near the end of our walk; that sort of put a damper on things.

The hotel we stayed at was nice, the staff lovely and the food pretty good. So no complaints there. We left early on the 3rd day and made a pit stop at Fribourg, the university city in the French part of Switzerland. It was nice to see this city again after many years.

Here are some photos of our trip:

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It’s Not Really Goodbye…

This is the third post in this series where I pay tribute to my dad, who passed away on 13 Dec 2022.

Here is what I said during the final funeral service, before the cremation, it was the final goodbye, at least for this earthly life:

Many thanks to our dearest family; our aunts and uncles, our cousins, especially for all the love they have shown in standing with us in this very difficult and sad time. Also for helping in so many practical ways; driving us around, getting food and holding our hands.

Thanks to dear friends who are part of our family for also showing their love and support.

Thanks also to Pastor William, Irene, Brenda, Anthony and his team at Church of the Epiphany, and Nicholas and his team at Celebration of Life.

We’re able to walk this heartbreaking journey only because you walk with us.

I want to share 2 things I have learned from my dad.

He taught me to love fiercely and protect, fight for our loved ones. I see it in his devotion to my mum. I remember an incident where my son’s pram was potentially going to get crushed in a crowded bus and he physically put himself in between to protect my boy. He would always fight for our well-being, not just physically but in every aspect. He would talk to whoever needs talking to, get whatever we needed in order to ensure we have the best.

He always told me: if you have it, flaunt it. He didn’t mean it in a showoff way. But if you have a talent, then you should use it, share it with others.

That really sums up the man my dad was, a man who shared whatever he could with the people he cared for and loved.

Thank you, Daddy, for being a loving husband, a dedicated father, a doting grandfather. We will miss you dearly.

At this point, I could not carry on. So my son read out the last bit which is a poem by E.E. Cummings, i Carry Your Heart(i carry it in)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

One thing which I have not mentioned in all 3 eulogies is that my dad was in a band in his younger days and I remember as a very young child being asked to press the record button on the tape recorder while they were dubbing tapes. My dad loved the classics from the 60s and 70s, these songs were constantly on play in our flat so these are still the songs I really like. Another part of my dad I will carry with me.

I want to especially mention the wonderful, compassionate service provided by Celebration of Life (Nicholas and his team) and the Resting Place Ministry (Anthony and the Church of the Epiphany). They were very kind, handled everything professionally and with great consideration. Between them, they took care of all the logistics and gave us the room we needed to grieve. Many thanks to them.

It has been a difficult and extremely sad time for my family and I, especially for my mum. But I know that in remembering my dad, we keep his memory alive and we have him in our hearts. So it’s not really goodbye. He’s just gone ahead and is scouting out heaven for us and when our good Lord calls us home in turn, my dad will be there to show us around, as he always has done.

So, Daddy, enjoy heaven and time with Jesus. While we miss you so very much now, we know we will see you when we get there.

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