Michael Lawrence De Silva you were a great man. You lived with a spirit and a fire thatcould not be extinguished. You saw with eyes that no one could fathom. You are missed.
My dear uncle. My friend.
My uncle Micheal Lawrence De Silva passed just 3 weeks ago. He was a great man. He lived a struggle. But through the struggles he walked tall.
My uncle was born Michael Lawrence De Silva one of 5 brothers. He was born blind from birth. 8 years ago he suffered from total kidney failure. 3 weeks ago he fell and was paralysed from the neck down. But believe me he took it like a real man.
I remember growing up around him. With the booming voice at Christmas. The hugs still make me tear. He was a free spirit always travelling around the YMCA in Brickfields. My uncle's ashes will be thrown to the wind. Set free like his spirit, and i don't think he'd have wanted it any other way.
I spent time with him in the hospital during my hols. He was barely conscious. Unable to speak with the tube in his mouth he still looked strong as he lay with his neck brace. My dear uncle, fighting to the last. His last conscious moment was spent with my dad and my aunt. He spoke to my mom. He waited till i came back for my hols to see him for the last time. Then he went peacefully.
We miss you.
I came back wondering how unfair the world really is. The lives spent by millions wasted on trivial things. Worries about physical things. Things my uncle never saw nor valued. You don't realise these things till you reflect on the lives of others.I wondered why God took him. Wasn't being blind,on dialysis bad enough. But I already knew the answer. God loved him more. It was time for him to finally see God with his opened eyes.
And i want to share a story with you. As i stepped out the bus in Sungai Petani. Memories of my uncle. Carrying his coffin. Him in the hospital. Him seeing me when I visited my aunts. I cried. I was angry. Life was unfair. Then i saw an indonesian man sitting waiting for the bus. A dollar next to him. Another indonesian man walked up. Thuggish looking as they come. He bent down and said in malay "I think you dropped your dollar". I was shocked. Most would have taken it for themselves. And then the other indonesian man, he said "It's not mine.Thank You" and walked off to board the bus. Then this old chinese women walked up. She wore dirty clothes. A bag of collected soft drink cans probably to be recycled for money. Another small plastic bag with plastic badminton racquets for her kids in the other.
She walked up and looked at me and asked if it was mine. I said it wasn't and nodded when she asked if she could have it. Then she walked off. My heart fell. There was a God. And He was watching out for all of us. He was telling me He was there. He knew the struggles we all go through. He provided. I knew my uncle was in good hands. In His hands. I was at peace.
Thank you Uncle Lolly. You were an inspiration. You always will be.
John 14:1-3
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
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