This is me and my late grandfather, Baseron Jumat. Every time Aidilfitri rolls around, I miss him dearly. His late father was a very strict man, and would hang his children upside down from a tree and start a fire to smoke them from beneath while kerengga crawled down from the tree onto them.
My grandfather ran away from home often to stay with his auntie (father's sister) for most of his life. He grew up to be an important man in the Singapore media (he was offered by Tunku to run RTM and by Brunei to move there), and as most people remember him, a kind and caring father and grandfather.
Many of my aunties, uncles and his 'adopted' children cite his warm nature and eagerness to help. He sometimes got into financial difficulties for helping too many people.
He loved his children and his grandchildren but wasn't afraid to teach us discipline. He, together with my late father, are my heroes, and if I love my children, it's because he was the first to teach me about it.
Al Fatihah for Papa. Another raya passes without your laughter.
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