To Jonathan Lee (1986-2009)

Hey,


The memories when we first met still lies in my mind. You know, the first time when I settled down my emotion that Germany will be a great place for me is because of you. I remembered cleary that my mom told me that there's a senior also from Kuching studying in Germany but not in Baden-Württemberg. And I thought that might be a thin chance to meet someone outside this state.

That was my thoughts when I was back in Malaysia.


Then, God surely knows how to throw me surpises and yes, I actually met you. I still remembered that we first met each other during Das Festival 2008. That time I felt how to spell h-o-m-e for the very first time. To have someone back from the same hometown Kuching, that feeling was certainly clear and will be remained clear in me. It certainly a thin but significant chance. You know, Das Festival 2008 was special to me because of you. I still remembered we talked about Kuching while eating the fruits dipped in Chocolate melt. Well, I treasured that moment a lot, because so long, so long I had none to talk with about Kuching. We chatted. We laughed. We talked about the best things in Kuching. We talked simply about Kuching. About how you were told that a junior from Kuching was coming to Germany and how I was told that a senior was studying in Germany. God drew both of us close together.



That was the Festival 2008. On the last day I actually prayed that we would be meeting each other in Festival next year (2009). Then... you got cancer. Although we did not go through a lot of stuffs, but I do dear you because we from the same hometown. After all, it is a fact that Kuchingnites are most friendliest people in Malaysia, or the whole globe, I dare say. It was a shock for me, because I never expect people in my generation to leave us, forever.

But if our good Lord calls you back, He must have prepared something else for you. Your 'departure' is certainly a huge lost to people around you, for you are a great person. I still remembered during Festival you became my translator to understand Pastor Marcus Rose's sermon. I still remembered the fun times when we jumped across the yellow fields, doing different expressions, different styles, burst shots, timer shots... Yes, I remembered them clearly. You will remain as one of the best seniors who I've met in Germany.


I respect you, Jon. You showed a character of a man fighting the hardest and suffering battle in life at such a young age, something that I really respect you for. Rest in peace, bro. It was really an honour and privilege to know and meet someone like you. Your presence will be missed. I feel sad whenever I think about you, but I also feel happy and proud because I got to know someone like you. Rest in peace.


God bless,
Vincent