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Sunday, May 08, 2005


I am so touched by the love the late Dr Wee Kim Wee shared with his wife. I was so touched as i read the article on "A painful parting wife"


"SHE was his rock, said his granddaughter, of Mrs Wee Kim Wee.

And yesterday, the parting was painful.
Mrs Wee, married for 69 years to her husband, Singapore's fourth president,
bade goodbye to him in a moment that left the gathering in tears.
It was the end of the state funeral service. Aided by her eldest son,
Bill, she rose a little unsteadily froma wheelchairand placed a single
red rose atop his coffin, few were left dryed-eyed.
Theirs was a bond that spanned more than 70years.
They had been teenage sweethearts......
........The couple were clasping each other's hands when he died on Monday morning,
........When she spoke of the loving bond between man and wife - a man
who knew his wife's favourite songs in order of preference
and had it on a typed-written list - Mrs Wee wept.
-Parts of it taken from the straits times.

I was so touched that i actually cried. I am always easily moved, when i see love stories like this. I read the eulogy by Dr Wee's granddaughter, she said she cannot talk about her grandfather without also talking about her grandmother. And Dr Wee handpicked his own wedding anniversary present for his wife, and they still kiss each other at the ripe old age of 87 and 88. And the list of favourite songs his wife loved in order of preference was actually done when Dr Wee was very busy at a certain point in his life. Awww........

I really do wish for one like this. I love my bigbig. His the king in my life. I love to hold his hands and walk on our favourite east coast beach when we are in our ripe old age. It just so nice and sweet when i just sit back and think about it.

I was so moved, when bigbig( partially drunk) told me that he love me so much. But i was so shy becos there were many others around. Hahaha I just want to give him a big hug when i see him on monday. Time actually flies so fast. I have been together with my king for 14 months already. And the fact that I thought i would never get attached again when my 1st relationship failed. Thank God He gave bigbig to me.

I read a friend's blog, about having best friends. That triggered me to want to thank many people in my life, who played a huge part in making who i am today. But looking at the time i shall do it tml. Its getting really late.

See ya tml...i will be back for more.



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