Today is your 8th year memorial. I couldn't sleep this morning and woke up several times. I've been thinking about you and missing you. I later realized the first time I woke up was when I received the dreaded phone call early that morning, eight years ago. I remember feeling that today (2015) would probably be the last time I would be with you. The drive to your home felt like eternity and I prayed that morning that I wouldn't be too late to say good bye. I had asked God to grant you a peaceful death and that your soul would be at rest.
Even though your life was cut short, I am still grateful and thankful to God that He gave you almost 10 more years to be with us (from March 2005 through January 2015). You lived to see your children get married. You lived to be a grandfather and witnessed your grandchildren being baptized and received their First Communion. You lived to celebrate their birthdays and you went to their soccer games. You lived to be a part of their lives by loving them and taking care of them when Frank and I needed a date/movie night. You were their Grandpa Ong and they loved you so much! We love you so much!
As we commemorate your 8th year anniversary, we also celebrate your life. You are forever missed and forever loved, now and through eternity. May you rejoice in heaven with God, all the angels and saints, your parents, your brother, and all our beloved relatives and friends! Please pray for us and I know and believe that one day, we will be together again. I love you and miss you, Dad.
Reflecting back to that morning of January 12, 2015, the song playing on the radio was by Mercy Me, titled "Word of God Speak".
Tonight, I dedicate to you, Casting Crown's "Scars in Heaven".