Sunday, November 29, 2009
|8:01 PM|
Whoo. If you've read Trevor's posts at
'simplytrevor', you'll realise all the insightful and in-depth posts; unique and creative. Well yesterday (Sunday), a couple of my cousins got down to St. Anne's Church.
We aren't catholics, so why go?
Went thr to visit our uncle x) in the columbarium.
It's been a long time since we last went thr. Now this reminds me of April, the month of his passing. This reminds me of how I really began to start disliking band. If you've not heard of the story, here it is.
It was the 14th April, 2009, Tuesday. After school, band practice was scheduled to be from 2.30pm to 6pm. (Btw 13th April was the day I put on my braces). So I was having a hard time with the saxophone.
Then at 5:11pm, I received an SMS from my mother, which read: "come down to the mscp asap. uncle david is in critical condition." Went to ask the conductor if I could take early leave. Told him that it was urgent. That it was about my dying uncle.
Maybe it was just my bad luck. He happened to be scolding the percussion section. Really badly. His response to my request? 'shut up and sit down. you are a band. you come and leave as a band.' Back then, what choice did I have? I sat down and waited. And waited.
Near 6pm, my mother came up from the car park. It was only in her presence that I could leave. While rushing down at Bukit Timah Road, which was suffering from the peak hour jam, she received a call from my 1st uncle. He broke the news.
My uncle died on 14th April, 2009, Tuesday, of Metastatic Carcinoma of the Esophagus, at 18:09, although the death certificate recorded it as 17:50, as he still seemed to be breathing for that 19-minute discrepancy.
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Anyways, after our visit at St. Anne's, we got down to Anchorvale Swimming Complex, and being the first time thr, it's really a replica of the Sydney indoor swimming complexes. (:
