reminiscence

The other day after my coaching session, I sat down to watch the uncles play. It got me thinking "imagine if Dee is around, partnering me/brothers, showboating and thrashing others proudly".

And then at the corner of my eye, I saw a father playing badminton with his kids. It reminded me of how Dee used to play with us badminton at the garden, hitting the shuttle upwards for 100 times, aiming to smash the shuttle towards flower pots to showcase his pin-point precision and how he was always semi-naked.

I remember you bought us to play with the uncles @ KLGCC. I missed those times. In particular, you brought me to the driving range ONCE, now you left your indiscipline/lazy/impatient son to pick up golf on his own? LOL

Those were the days, the good old memories.

I hope I can tell my kids how great their grandpa was, but I hope to be closely attached with my own kids, so that they can tell their kids how great I was =P