November 15th, 2005 - Tuesday

Dad and me, November 1972.
TAN BENG CHUA
1916 - 1994
Eleven years have passed
Gone but not forgotten
Rest in peace
Dear father.
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November 16th, 2005 at 17:32
There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
**I miss my dad too**
November 17th, 2005 at 12:12
You haven’t changed much. Still can see little Peter in big Peter.
November 17th, 2005 at 12:47
frostier,
I felt a tinge of guilt when I read that poem. Thank you for sharing. We really should take the trouble to appreciate the people who love us most and whom we love before it is too late. Take care mate.
Marita,
I was very innocent then…
November 17th, 2005 at 16:28
Hah, I can see the dimple!