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My dad died when I was nine. His lessons have stayed with me for life
The words of my father have helped shape me into the man I am today
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The writer (right) at age four with his father Lim Chan Kuan, mother Yong Foong Choo and brother Richard at age five, in 1959.
PHOTO: COURTESY OF FREDERICK LIM
Frederick Lim
I never got to know my father well. He died suddenly when I was nine. He was only 44.
Although I didn’t have much time with him, I have fond memories of my boyhood days. And on Father’s Day every year, I look at his photograph, say a little prayer for him, and thank him for all that he gave me during our brief time together.
