PATH DA BHOG: 2 June 2018 (Saturday), 9 am-11.30 am, at Gurdwara Sahib Titiwangsa | Malaysia
GURDIAL SINGH A/L MASSA SINGH
Born: 22 November 1929
Departed: 24 May 2018
Siblings/Child // Spouses:
- Sister: Late Sovarn Kaur(Bukit Mertajam)
- Brother: Late Narain Singh // Spouse: Annie Narain-Gill(UK)
- Sister: Late Harbans Kaur(Bukit Mertajam)
- Brother: Garib Singh // Spouse: Harbans Kaur
- Daughter: Surender Kaur(Jessy) // Spouse: Harpal Singh
Missed by Grandchildren, In-laws and their respective spouses, nieces and nephews and their respective spouses, Great-grand nieces and nephews and all family members, and relatives and friends.
Path da bhog: 2 June 2018 (Saturday), 9 am-11.30 am, at Gurdwara Sahib Titiwangsa, Kuala Lumpur
Surender Kaur 012-626 9190
Sarjit Singh 012-397 1693
Achievement and appreciation:
“The moving hands writes. Having written, moves on. The writing remains!” Omar Khayam. Quoted by the later Gurdial Singh on 20 November 1996
Indeed the writing of his story will remain as of 24-05-2018. It may not be encapsulated in a book, but it would be in the lives and chapters of many who were fortunate to have met him.
This post as such is for this purpose: to celebrate and cherish what he did and how he led his life for that is how I think he would have preferred us to do so on this date; to encapsulate his having “written” us in one way or another.
Not having attended formal school; having physical deformities (hands and feet) and later in life, both the legs amputated; physical riches he may not have had, in fact having little in income where it was more of hand to mouth.
These were but a mere part of the physical being in this world that did not detract him from living and giving.
His contributions were plenty. Thus he is without doubt a man, to me and others around, who left an indelible mark on this earth, well at least in the towns he resided.
Widely read, he could engage anyone on any issues, even philosophically. A politician he was close to being. Able to speak many languages, Tamil, Hakka, Hokkien, Teochew, Malay, English, Punjabi and even Japanese.
Coached a school football team he did out of passion and love.
More significantly, he helped many in the small town he resided to have a bright future. He coached them in English, equipping them with a skill that brought bountiful returns to them. As I listened to them now, one could never imagine they studied English as a third language. That skill he enriched them with has led them to greener pastures (from a small town to big cities). I saw them moved to tears as they were at his bedside. Deep inside them, I sense that they connected with him beyond the English lessons he provided.
Young kids whom he inspired moved their parents to travel hundred of kilometers to see him in his last days. Their tears flowed more naturally at his bedside.
The old whom he engaged, I am sure would have done the same. Without doubt, the loss of his life hits them even if they could not be with him.
The doctors whom he shocked with his ability to adapt to the prosthetic legs, both legs mind you, despite his age and condition.
He was, to use the words or Rita Pierson, “the champion” to these folks, one who gave them hope and more.
Yes “Uncle”, the writing will certainly remain.
| Entry: 29 May 2018 | Source: Family
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