This friend, we fostered through our Cell group, one and half years ago. He was our main guitarist for our song sessions. He was a fine chap, a little on the heavy side but not the obese kind. flashes of memories of his jokes, his laughter, his moustache movement, his wonderful voice, his ever messy hair, the twinkle in his eyes still cause me to choke into a sob... In his mid 40s, there should be many more things to do together. a family trip here, yet another CNY dinner to gather...
But... we could, he was.. cos he had gone to report home to our Father sooner than the rest of us. Earlier than expected, too sudden for us to realise it and reconcile with the fact. My other dear friend, his wife has more to grief.. he wanted to paint the house and discussed about it the night before the Lord called him home. Many things yet undone...
A tiny blood vessel in the brain burst and caused homorraging .. it killed him within that few minutes. After the operation, they had to take off the respiration support to let his body go. I can only be glad with the knowledge that we will meet again in our heavenly home, may God bless us all.
1 Thessalonians 5:2:
2For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night
