We’ve been crying. I have. Every day since I learnt of the death of Mr Lee Kuan Yew, in fact – which is odd, since I have never met the man, nor encountered him in person. Still, I cannot help but shed tears, like many others have.
It wasn’t as if we didn’t anticipate it. Mr Lee’s health was fading over the recent years. But perhaps some part of us wished he would be with us for a while longer. We wanted very much to see him at this year’s National Day as we celebrate Singapore’s 50 years of independence. Or perhaps some of us wished this leader, who has been the guardian of this little red dot, would never leave.
But people do. That is life.
We cry because of a sense of regret, for not showing our appreciation sooner to the man for his vision and gumption; for…
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