Today marks seven year’s since dad’s passing. Even though I miss him, I often think that it was good that he passed on before Covid-19 hit; I’m not sure what he’d have made of it with the worsening of his dementia. Or how mum would have had to take care of him during lockdown.
Unlike last year when I was in KL, I couldn’t make it for the prayers the family plans at the temple where his ashes remain. I did dream of him last night though, and woke up laughing from having made – in the dream – a terrible joke that only he would have laughed at. Forever in my thoughts.
No major reflections this year for the new year, in a break from the past. Part of it, I think, is from the fact that the past year has just been about getting on with work – I’ve really only been at the Department of Digital Humanities at King’s College London for 15-16 months. Aside from learning to navigate a new working place, I’m also figuring out academia more broadly which is taking a bit out of me.
But progressing I am – a chat with my friend Yuen this morning reminded me that I am not spent on ideas and creativity, I just need to figure out how to harness the time, energy and capability to make things happen. It seems there is more to reflect on in the new year than in the days leading to the end of last.
Still, there is reason to mark today with a post. People never cease to amaze me and I need reminders like these to keep faith in humanity. Today, as I was about to head out for a walk, I realised that my wallet wasn’t in my the pocket of my jacket where it usually is. I searched every possible place at home for it, and it couldn’t be found.
Not much I could do, so I went ahead with the walk anyway to clear my head and decided that I’d pop by to the bar I was at on Friday evening (the last place I paid for anything) and lo and behold, someone had found it and they kept it for me!
This reminds me of last 2011 when I was living in London and had lost my passport – a few days after I reported it missing, someone had mailed it back to the Malaysian High Comm so I got it back. Much stress for a few days, but lots of relief also, as you can imagine.
So, here’s a picture of me with my wallet back for posterity.