A Son’s Eulogy
By Melvin Seah, 19 May 2016
All of you here knew my dad. My dad was many things in his life. He was a romantic man. My mum once told me about their dates at McDonald’s. He taught her that fries and an ice cream sundae were a perfect match. And clearly that lesson resonated, because she eventually became his wife.
He was a brother, the youngest of 7 siblings. He cared for them and was there for them. He was a colleague and a boss. Over the past 2 days, I’ve heard stories of him giving some their first jobs, of him being a mentor. I’ve heard how he used to go to the car park outside Pete’s place at the Hyatt for a drink (or probably more precisely drinks) after work. He was the life of the party.
I was and am his only son, and I knew him as a father. A role model. A provider. A rock. I was blessed to have had him love and care for me
over the past 27 years. I want to briefly tell you about this side of him today.
When I was young, my dad told me he was not close to his own father, and because of that he wanted to be close to his children. He told me his dad was very strict, and he wanted to be a more gentle father. He wanted to be the perfect father and hence the sky was the limit for his children. As a result, my sister and I never wanted in our lives. We were fed well, had a comfortable place to call home. We felt loved.
I was a needy kid. At nights when I couldn’t sleep, I would go to his bed, wake him up and tell him “dad I cant sleep”. He would walk me back to my bed. Sit beside me and then pat me (because he knew i found that comforting) till i fell asleep. He would fall asleep seated next to me.
My dad had kept all the letters we had written to him and him to us throughout the years. My mum found them on Saturday. In a letter he wrote to my sister dated June 2004, he said:
Since young, dad has always reminded you and your brother on 3 things that should guide your life (yes you can recite this now)
- Power of the mind. be positive always
- Do your best, no regrets
- Accept the outcome, learn from it and be better
There are many other stories I want to tell you about my dad. How he did the house work, polished my shoes when I didn’t, made my bed. Made me breakfast. But let me just tell you this. I am here today, a healthy 27 year old man, with all the tools to build a life for myself because of him.
Kelvin Seah was my father. He was a great father. I love him and I am proud of the life he led. Today, my heart is broken and there is a gaping hole in my life. But I know he is in God’s hands and God will give him peace.
Before he went for his work trips, my dad would always pull me aside and he would say. When papa is gone, you are the man of the house, take care of the girls.
Rest in peace now dad.
I will take care of them now.