Usually life is good, but sometimes it deals you unexpected blows. Still other times, it can take you out at the knees.
That’s what happened late Thursday evening (Eastern time). Junkii got a call from Malaysia with news that actually physically knocked him backward: his youngest brother, Chuan, was killed in a motorcycle accident.
As if we needed further proof that god is a figment. Chuan was only 24 years old. Just finishing university. Just starting his life.
We don’t have a lot of detail – we’ve been told he was headed to work on a motorcycle when the accident happened – but whatever the details, the result is still the same. A wonderful human being – a brother, a son – is no longer with us.
Junkii is now headed for home to be with his family. The funeral is Sunday, but he won’t get there until Monday morning. At least he’ll have some time to spend with his parents and siblings. I’m sure being home will help Junkii deal with his own grief, and hopefully help the entire family heal.
I wish I could be there as well. After several trips to Malaysia, I’ve come to feel part of this family – and Chuan has been a big part of that. I don’t speak Cantonese, but he always engaged with me in his broken English, and he always looped me into any activities that were going on. I’ll miss his laughter and his easy-going take on life. I’ll miss his friendship, but I feel richer for having known him. And I’m sorry I can’t be there to share that with the family.
But they’ll have each other, which is more important now.
And Junkii has you, his friends and family. Over the last 24 hours, he’s been focused on getting things in order before his flight, but once he comes back, he’ll be relying on your support and love for the next little while. We’re lucky to have such a wonderful community surrounding us – because when the unexpected blows come, we need people we can rely on. Thank you.