Her gentle passing at 5.40 pm at her Oxley Road home on Saturday ( 2nd Oct 2010 ) has set an entire nation in grief. From all corners of our island and all walks of life, sincere warm tributes gushed forth ..and these are our ordinary citizens, old and young, across our multi-racial society.
Even PRs and foreign visitors caught the nation's drift and moods these past days.
Unk Dicko dedicate this blogpost solely in rememberance and recognition of this great lady of Singapore. Reading her life story it would not be wrong to liken her to a beacon, a lighthouse which provides safety and guidance for all by shining its light brightly. It wasn't only MM and his family that has benefited from such a remarkable woman.
She has ,while alive, inspired many through her gentle strength and brilliance.
And now with her sad passing, she will inspire even more mothers, fathers, wives, husbands and not forgetting half a million school children who will undoubtedly look up this wonderful mother figure as someone they hope to emulate or learn from.
KWA GEOK CHOO 1920 - 2010
[ Picture source: CNA online ]
Mr and Mrs Lee Kuan Yew in Cambridge 1947
[ Picture source: CNA online ]
Mrs Lee Kuan Yew with grand-daughter Li Xiuqi
[ Picture source: CNA online ]
When that little girl ( Xiuqi ) grew up, she went through her secondary education and entered Hwa Chong Junior College for her 'A' Levels. Unk Dicko was one of those who taught her class. I can still recall none of my colleagues had the "courage" to take charge of that class being aware of who she was, probably afraid of making some mistakes or whatever that may filter back. So, they requested me to take her class since I was the Head. No problem, she and her CT mates were with me and I found her to be an unusual leader. It was on her own initiative, that she got the PE or sports equipment needed for the lessons and had them arranged neatly and nicely even before I came before the class! No other student in my experience had done so in my long years there or elsewhere. Normally, we had to roster some students to do such menial tasks. When the lesson ended she took it upon herself to organise the return and safekeeping of all the stuff used. I need not have to worry at all and she'll return the store key to me personally . To me, she was a jewel. It showed that despite her high family background, she was not unaccustomed to pitch in to help anyway she could. She was also not the kind of student who expected "special' treatment from any of us during her JC days. It spoke volumes of the upbringing she had and I wouldn't be surprised her favourite grandma (Mrs Lee K Y ) had much to do with it.
Below is a touching account about her grandmother by my former student Li Xiuqi. Also a nice picture.
http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_586779.html
Tuesday 5 October 2010
The members of the public and other organised groups began streaming into the Istana groundssince Monday to pay their last respects at her official wake. They came from near and far, many braving the fierce sun for 2 hours or more in the long queues that formed.
Unk Dicko and his friends from Kampong Serangoon went there this morning in an organised group. There were 2 lines only- 1 for the public and another for groups. The queue for the public was super long stretching from where the wake is held, far inside the Istana, to the main gateat Orchard Road. Still I could see more people joining in despite the big numbers.
It clearly showed how much this woman meant to them, not forgetting the pain and loss that MM and his family must be bearing bravely.
Security was very tight. Individuals and all vehicles had to go through checks and scanners.
Because my party was only 20 strong, we were fortunate to move in briskly...in less than 10 minutes.
[ Pictures from Unk Dicko ]
The long lines proceeding towards the Istana annexe.
Some members of my group as they moved forward.
Friends and GRLs from Kampong Serangoon assemble and wait for their
.
Kampong Serangoon people remember!
After paying our respects at Mrs Lee's flower draped casket we filed down
A section of the people who came now making their way out.
