南洋商报2023.12.07
史君轩Soo Koon Tek
1940-6-10~2023-11-23
2023年12月7日•星期四
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NANYANG SIANG PAU 耳"
我們最敬愛的父親
Our most beloved
屏爭懷念
爸爸業樂業的新聞正作者
已故柔佛蘇円晒竈室頒賜I
這生有緣一起走
念念不忘時想起
永生牽掛在心間
人世緣盡天國再聚
年誕专
I ‘E 5
爸爸被已故柔佛蘇丹依斯干達封賜PIS第二級有功勳章的
•諏柔佛蘇圖依斯弄達’封賜I
（06.130019）
固爸相前靈折務大臣尋督 .阿都迫尼言譲"甚愈a，
爸爸自修努力獲得新 加坡國立大學新聞記 者文憑，同時也是ー 位攝影的愛好者・。
無法替代的父親An irreplaceable father
爸爸，爸爸，我們愛您
An old Quaker adage says "Attitudes are caught, not taught." Our father could write out a report so fast that we imagined him to be that Road Runner in the Looney Tunes we used to watch. It was his work ethics, dedication and determination that shaped us into what we are today. And that barely even touches the surface of what he is really like as a person and a father.
爸爸見證我（史委潤）
19歲大學畢業典禮,並引以為豪。
As a father, he is one that we will want to hold onto for eternity except that there are some things in life we cannot. How much did he love us? Enough to sell off the whole world just for us. That is simply the unconditional love of a father. The depth of his love is what we wish to write about. To us, our father is the embodiment of God's love in flesh.
We can imagine how honoured our father must have been over the late Sultan of Johor's recognition of him when he was given the honorary awards of P.I.S.II in 1973 and B.S.I. II in 198〇, That must have been his mind-blowing 'wow moment'. Our father retired more than 10 years ago with fond memories of his colleagues. Our father has a heart of gold. Ask anyone who has ever received help from him and they would tell you that!
Wife Foo Jee Kim （符玉金）,daughter Soo Pei Shien （史珮璇）ヽ Soo Wee Loon （史委潤）and son Soo Kwee Hong （史貴範）永遠爆念在心中。
Our father Soo Koon Tek （史君軾）self - studied journalism at the University of Singapore. His professional career as a veteran journalist spanned over 40 years. He was a Johor chief reporter at Nanyang Siang Pau （南洋商報 柔佛州采訪主任）before moving on to become the Johor advertising chief at China Press （中國報柔佛州廣告主任）. Some would say his reporting skills were legendary.
Our father saw the very worst in us and yet still thought the very best of us. He may not approve of our conduct but he still loved us. We hope all children will come to that realization before it is too late. Do not let your love for your parents come too late. Sorry papa, our love for you fell short. We could never say thank you for your love enough. There are some things in life that cannot be understood through explanation but through experience. Parental love is one of them. Our father overlooked all our imperfections and idiosyncrasies by his unconditional love for us. He gave his all completely and unreservedly without expecting anything in return. He feels our pain and joy with us. To him, our happiness is more than enough to make his day. Imperfect as we are, the lens through which our father saw us was always rosy.
Our father's lifelong career was all about writing about others. Now writing about our father （also on behalf of my siblings） somewhat intimidates me. Like a little child trying to walk in her father's big shoes, knowing that I cannot hold a candle to him. Yet it feels exhilarating because of who I am writing about.
Our father knew our innermost needs, vulnerabilities, temper and even temptation. Only a loving father would be able to see that hiding within his supposedly all grown up children. He understood the hidden parts within us. He understood the child in us. He was never too tired to speak to that teddy-bear clutching, thumb-sucking child in us in spite of our growth, income and education. He knew the childhood issues of our aging hearts. He even knew that subtle expressions of a need or sigh emitted in the stillness of a moment. He understood our communication even through closed lips. He knew what our speech or silence suggests. He is the father in whom we could whisper and confide our fears, insecurities and failures.
We cannot even begin to describe that heart-wrenching ache in our hearts when we saw our father lying motionless after being pronounced dead on 23/11/2023. Time stood still for us. It was as if even the angels went silent. We felt numbed. Even in denial. Hoping that he was just sound asleep. But he never woke up no matter how hard we tried calling him. We banged on the heaven's doors again and again for God to somehow bring him back. That heartache when we held his cold hands was unbearable. We were not ready to let him go.
Our superhuman father is now gone. Sadly, it is in these moments that we are forced to re-evaluate ourselves and our love for him. For those whose parents are still around, our father would tell you: treasure them before they are gone. That was what he wished for through his Facebook page when he re-forwarded messages of such to others.
We are never grown-up to him. He was always there for us. He could look beyond the facade and see the trembling places in our lives. No matter how mature we try to be, he was always aware that hiding in the shadows lurks that child in us. Who else knows us like our father did? It is his love that allows us to approach him boldly. It really is useless to hide from our father. It is his intellect that knows us. We simply cannot change his ability to see us even when we wept in secret. Our father's arms are always wide open inviting us to stand in the shade of his loving arms.
We can only reminisce now: our memories with him. Timeless treasures that will forever be etched on our hearts. His smile, habits and even his smell. Our dear father's journey on earth has ended but we believe his heavenly journey has started. May our father rest in peace. We love you papa with our all heart and soul.
The funeral is finally over. Everyone has gone home. Leaving just us and our thoughts. Feeling lost and awfully hollow. It was as if our world came crashing down. How long will we feel empty and lost. How long will we have to wait until we meet our father in heaven. There was so much left unspoken. We thought we would have many more years and much more time to spend. Wishing we could see him one more time. See his much-loved face worn out by the hardships of life of raising us. If only we could tell him thanks and feel his sweet embrace and love. We can say we love him in our hearts but it is just not the same. He is gone and it is too late. Our regret is about him not knowing and our tears will not stop flowing with that thought.
光東。念苏，愛11?史本 ，畦 谊亏包典眠君报 旱，史aで中下
爸爸「史君軾」給予我們的 耐心和愛，永記心中。