It's in God's Hands

As much as the family is anticipating a little new life from us, some bad news has come knocking on the door.

The man who brought my mother up has a rather confusing relationship with us. He was just a stranger who took on the burden of my mother, a man whom I've been addressing as kao fu (uncle). Not too long ago, they went through a "formal" session of getting her to be their god-daughter. So now, I have an uncle who's also my god-grandfather, but who's really my grandfather since it was him who brought my mum up since she was 2 days old.

Kao fu was diagnosed with cancer some years ago but being the ever energetic man, nothing gets him down, not even the multiple cycles of chemotherapy. You could hardly tell this was a man going through something so severe. He was eating well, still going for his outdoor photography sessions regularly, all the normal activities. It was during the final cycle that his condition took a sudden and drastic turn downward. Today, we have made major adjustments to our family routines and arrangments so that someone can be around to look after him throughout the day. He can hardly walk, stays in bed much of the time and complains of pains and aches that wont go away. The optimistic and modern man (his skills at photography and photoshop won him many an award) is now no longer there. He is currently making arrangements to "pass on" his skills and all the physical assets he possesses.

It doesnt look good, and he seems to be ahead of us in planning for it. No one knows how much time he has left. When i hear people say things like "I wish my relative can get to do such-and-such-a-thing before he/she leaves this world", I've always felt a little more objectivity should be given to life and God and His control. But today, I find myself saying, I hope Kao fu gets to carry my baby and hopefully even hear baby call him "tai gong" before it all comes to a close...