At LKY’s passing, I pored through pages and pages of eulogies each day. How standard some others were, they were merely a list of achievements, with a final paragraph of how he would be missed. The ones which had more thought in them had personal anecdotes, which lent a personal touch to the eulogy. I particularly enjoyed reading Heng Swee Kiat’s piece on the Red Box. I am glad that the Red Box will be kept by the National Archives for some future use or display.
I thought about the amount of thought, effort and time it took to complete each one of the eulogies I read. Then I thought that there would be no way I could pull together such a complete one if either of my parents ever went. I should start putting one together now, instead of waiting for the day and then making a scramble then to search for photos, upload them and finding time amidst logistical arrangements to pen down their lives into coherent and interesting and significant segment, and the impact they had on my life. I am not one who believes in taboos, so I think I will start the process for getting their eulogies done. I just won’t let them know. And to my sister who reads my blog, don’t you dare tell them.