Dear Uncle Lee Onn,
Nobody has ever called by your proper name..... some probably never even knew your proper name. Your nieces and nephews simply called you "Ey", or "Uncle La La" although I really don't see the slightest resemblance to the Teletubbies.
But you simply showed your toothles grin, knowing they can call you anything they liked, as long as they addressed you correctly as "Uncle", for that is what you were us. It is through no fault of yours that you were mentally challenged, nor any fault of yours that you were socially unrepresentable. But yet you tolerated all these years of verbal abuse, being taken for granted of, being shoved aside like the fifth wheel on the wagon, and not just that, a broken fifth wheel.
You probably will never be able to read this letter, or have anyone read this letter to you, because you would have passed on, without knowing what Death is. And that would always remain a mystery to us, what happened during your last moments, why were you found sprawled on the landing unconscious.
I would like to apologize for not being there for you, to hold your hand, and to cover your body from the cold hospital air. You were always afraid of hospitals and foreign beds, but fear not of Death's embrace. For this life was not for you and I know that much more happiness awaits you in the journey to come. Although it may seem to you that no one is sorry to see you go, do take comfort in the thought that there are loved ones who will really miss you.
Love always,
Your niece
Nobody has ever called by your proper name..... some probably never even knew your proper name. Your nieces and nephews simply called you "Ey", or "Uncle La La" although I really don't see the slightest resemblance to the Teletubbies.
But you simply showed your toothles grin, knowing they can call you anything they liked, as long as they addressed you correctly as "Uncle", for that is what you were us. It is through no fault of yours that you were mentally challenged, nor any fault of yours that you were socially unrepresentable. But yet you tolerated all these years of verbal abuse, being taken for granted of, being shoved aside like the fifth wheel on the wagon, and not just that, a broken fifth wheel.
You probably will never be able to read this letter, or have anyone read this letter to you, because you would have passed on, without knowing what Death is. And that would always remain a mystery to us, what happened during your last moments, why were you found sprawled on the landing unconscious.
I would like to apologize for not being there for you, to hold your hand, and to cover your body from the cold hospital air. You were always afraid of hospitals and foreign beds, but fear not of Death's embrace. For this life was not for you and I know that much more happiness awaits you in the journey to come. Although it may seem to you that no one is sorry to see you go, do take comfort in the thought that there are loved ones who will really miss you.
Love always,
Your niece
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