Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Sui Ma, to whom I always address him as "Sui Ma Gor" (Brother Sui Ma), as he is among the most handsome old boys from our class of 63/70 at Queen's College, Hong Kong.
During our secondary school years I had never come to know him close enough, but after our first reunion, we started to exchange E-mails, and his jokes posted on our common E-mail domain are the "must read" items in our exchanges.
During my depressing years, his encouragement through those bitter yet sweet and funny stories helped to ease my pain, and I returned by sending him my well wishes after knowing that he was not feeling well.
Words cannot describe how I feel for losing him. As a very lonely person, my classmates are like my brothers, albeit thin-blooded, losing any one of them is like losing a part of my soul and my memory.
On the day of his funeral, while I regret so much that I cannot come in person, I will go down to my watering hole, order two glasses of our favourite single-malt, with an empty seat next to me, I will drink my share and save the next one to him...this is, from my uniform days, our way of honouring departing comrades.
Good bye, Sui Ma Gor, I will miss you for the rest of my days.
Yours ever,
Peter M
