My paternal uncle passed away yesterday. My father is the only one left in his family. The only one left bearing the name of 'Baksin'.

Scary, isn't it? To be the last one.

But of course, his name will go on because of his children.

In your children, you live forever. At least in name and lineage.

My late uncle was a good man. Always soft-spoken and generous when he was financially comfortable. When I was younger, he would be generous to us for he was a draughtsman and my father a mere security officer.

May Allah accept all his kind deeds and sacrifices, to his children, to his wife and to others.

May Allah place his soul among those whom He has forgiven and accept as the righteous. Amin.

I will miss your quiet ways, Pak Ngah.