Stories of KK

Finally, today, 16 months after his death, I receive the police investigation report and Coroner's Certificate for KK's death in my inbox. Apart from a few small things, this would be the last chapter in the book of things I have to settle. The findings do not tell me anything. I have bolded the main conclusion. Extracts from it: Further investigations revealed that around 11.00 a.m. on 21 October 2021, Mr Loh had texted his friend inviting him to go for a kite surfing session together.  Later that afternoon, at about 1.30 p.m., they met up at the west side of Bedok jetty beach front and prepared their equipment. They had set off separately, with Mr Loh's friend starting his kite surf first, followed shortly after by Mr Loh on his hydrofoil board. That was the last time the friend saw Mr Loh.  As they were surfing separately, the friend had assumed that Mr Loh decided to surf far down west and did not take further notice of him. At the material time, there were also other f

Today is the 1st anniversary of KK's death. I suppose this would be an update of sorts. His Estate I would say about 50 percent of things have been settled. Some insurance policies have been paid out, I have sold the car, sold the motorbike, cleared off most of his possessions, obtained probate from the court, changed ownership of the home from joint to single owner, wound down his company. The police investigation is still ongoing (I'm not sure what they are investigating precisely), some insurance is still unpaid because of the lack of a coroner's report, some bank accounts still need to be resolved, there is some complex stuff that needs to be sorted out. I don't think I am doing a good job of this. The bureaucracy of death is truly quite sickening. There is also the fact that I would make a lousy accountant or auditor. I'm just not good with paper trails and chasing down every loose end. There are bazillions of loose ends still hanging, which I am not even bothe

If KK had gone beyond 50, he would have turned 51 today. Our firstborn David shares the same birthday. It’s always been a double celebration. This year, David goes first. On the actual day, we have the steak dinner and cut the cake for KK. The kids help to blow out the lone candle on the cake but we do away with singing the birthday song. That would really be too weird.

A month passes. We are doing fine. The kids will forever associate KK with steak dinners, on Sunday nights. Day takes over. He tosses the steaks into KK's beloved cast-iron pan, bastes it furiously with butter. Fries up some mushroom sauce, the way his Papa used to. Its either too rare, or slightly over. "Can you buy good steaks which are of even thickness? I can't cook it evenly if its thin one side and thick the other," Day scolds. We have dinner with KK. The kids giggle. They usually end off with Don Don Donki-quality sweet potatoes in the oven toaster. I'll get those potatoes next time.

The rod has landed. Life on Saturdays is taking a new turn. KK's latest thing: Fishing. * KK and kids I don’t know if it will last. At the moment the factors are not in place for sustainability. It’s a one-man hobby not a family hobby. Day is not particularly keen. The girls are certainly not, and I have zero interest in fishing. I don't like fish, apart from eating them. But I’ll try my level best to engage the kids as KK does his fishing thing. God knows I love nature, it certainly ranks above malls and museums in my book. How did it go? Once the rod arrived, KK randomly hit a fishing spot somewhere in Singapore. Nothing for a while, as he and Day figured out how to keep the fishing line from tangling, and struggled with other teething problems. They practiced casting, which I’ve figured is how to throw the line out accurately to where you want it to go, and then reel it back in. * Untangling the lines * Practising casting Then the fish started biting. First time we went, I t

I suggested Bali. KK said, “Huh it’s a terrorist hotspot.” I suppose that rules out the whole of Indonesia. I've tried Philippines in the past, he's ruled that out too. I try to think of a nice, safe, familiar, nearby spot we can venture to for a budget June do. “Penang?” I hazard hopefully. “OK,” he says. I’ve been with the kids at least twice. Both times, KK never went. He’s only been to Penang once, when he was very young. We're there six days, two nights at Georgetown, three at Batu Ferringhi. We flew. Post-trip, I get everyone to write down their fave moments, fave foods and dislikes. KK’s fave spot: Penang Hill. I’ve always liked Penang Hill, and decided to bring everyone back again. The ride up the mountain in the fast funicular, the emergence into air which feels a degree or two cooler than the blistering heat below, the trees, the chill-out vibe. * The funicular I’ve noticed that KK just likes going up, up, up. Every place we go, if there’s a chance to ascend, he g