In Remembrance of Joash

This is a post which I certainly hate writing. As much as I try to avoid, it's inevitable.

A random picture of Jo driving me back to the hospital on 29/04/2010. 

I lost a friend, Joash Wee, about a month ago. One of the coolest guys I got to know since 8 years ago, in year 2002. We met in  in HUGE camp, City Bayview, Penang. The first time we talked was in the elevator when I was with Bern. Jo being friendly, turned around to greet and asked for my name. He appeared to be a very good looking guy whom we all adored. The next day, we saw him again when we were lounging at the lobby. We had a little chat, took a group picture and exchanged contacts.

Our occasional updates were via the blogosphere, facebook or MSN. Just recently, I met up with Jo again when I was posted to Muar. Our first meet up, he brought me out for lunch. It was the day I lost consciousness at the dermatology department. Jo came to pick me up right after, got down the car and with a gentle embrace, he held me to the car to make sure I was doing alright. During lunch, he stuffed me full with real good local street food and even ordered extra for take-away for my colleagues. He would give me a buzz whenever he was around, in that little town.

On 29th April 2010, he was back in Muar and I got to see him again. The part of him wiping my seat before I sat down was really sweet. Due to my short lunch break, we had to make things snappy. It was nevertheless a good catch up when this young man whom I appraised told me he got into sports' broadcasting with Malaysiakini. I knew he loved this field, the passion I saw in him every time he talked about sports. We both had a fancy over music and it was a never ending topic whenever we had it rolling. He was apparently one of my rare friends whom I could actually talk about music so freely. We took the same bite in songs we listened, instruments we played, bands we liked and talk shows we watched. Jo had always been a talented musician. Just how amazing to have frequent consultation from him whenever I was stuck with my Radiator. He guided me perfectly.

Never did I know, that was the last time I'd be seeing him. Never did I know, he's be gone from this place to somewhere I know he's definitely happier. Never did I know, it trampled a heart to learn about his demise. It is still hard to comprehend that he left us in a sudden. My mother was reading out a piece of article about how his family coped with the incident. It moved the both of us so much, we thank God for His strength and love showered upon this family. The memories he carved will remain till forever, for as long as I  shall live. R.I.P. Jo. We will meet again in our Father's home.

♥ W