To my dearest team mate

I still could remember that faithful Saturday afternoon as I walked towards the ward with a heavy heart. I knew something has gone terribly wrong when I received the call from Juntang. He told me to rush down to the hospital to see Ziyu for the last time. "For the last time?!" I exclaimed. How can that be possible?

I was just speaking to Ziyu over the phone back in the 2nd week of December. We were talking and thinking back to the days of the youth cup where we shared so much joy and laughters and wonderful memories of sweat and blood. We had also agreed to meet up after his operation in end February. He told me that his operation would allow him to play competitive basketball once again. It's just a simple wish. It's just a wish to be back on court and is that too much to ask for?

Ziyu, you have been a fantastic team mate and support for many of us. I still can remember your cheeky smile. The nights where we qie free throws. How I 1st met you at Blk 97 when you were introduced to me as the star player of Blk 97. The suppers at the market. So much memories.

My heart totally sank when I saw you on the bed. I really cannot believe my eyes. I have never felt so lost before. I'm not sure if what is happening is reality, how I have hoped that everything was just a bad dream. I did not have the courage to walk up to your bed. In fact I kept trying to deceive myself that the person I saw is not you, that I have made a mistake. I saw the tears by your eyes. I know that you did not want to leave us. I know that you are trying very hard to open your eyes, to respond to us.

In a few more hours, I know that your physical being will no longer be with us. But may your soul linger around all those who have loved you and may you lead a happy life in your new home. You will always be remembered.