An Occasion When Words Would Utterly Fail

He built a nation and a people in his image. In each of us, there is a space that Mr Lee Kuan Yew occupies–we are products of his beliefs, his convictions and his governance. Even as he departs, he lives on in all Singaporeans, who are the heirs of nation that he built. We, the heirs, have just lost our father. They say you can’t choose your parents. In this respect, Singaporeans are one of the luckiest of them all. Mr Sidek Saniff says such a person comes along once in a few decades. Consider the chances of such a person appearing right at the tumultuous time that we were going through, in the situation we were in, with the team that he had. I’d say maybe once a century or two.

So we mourn the loss of and say a final farewell to the philosopher-king, the father who made us, molded us, disciplined us, and dare I say, loved us. We love you back as children would to a father and hope and pray that we shall meet again.

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