Bernard Sinnathamby died this week. He’s been ill, so his passing at the age of 85 is not a surprise for the community, certainly not for the family, though he will be sorely missed by his large Catholic family. I forgot counting the number of kids, some of them I grew up a short time with, but he and his wife stacked up the numbers.
They live one door away, however, our lives cross longer than our stay in Taman Cuepacs Cheras.
He served in the public works section of the armed forces with dad. They used to be housemates in the bachelor days at the Sungei Besi Camp. I cannot remember a conversation longer than a minute with him, however he is the last connection to my dad who passed on 31 years ago.
The years they keep racking up, and memories they have a way of morphing, not into meaning as much as nostalgia.
They were one of the earliest to move in, Phase One of the government union’s housing project in Cheras. Around 1981. They were one of the earliest to leave couple of years later, only to return more than a decade later.
It is the camp days that fascinate. In that they are purely a collection of recollections from my mom, other people and faint episodes. By the time I was born, they had moved out of the camp.
Fiirst, the three of them, my dad, Bernard and Bennet lived together in the camp. Then dad got married, and then Bernard did. Bennet married latest, but died between the two housemates’ deaths.
Yes, two Bernards, that was the oddity. Two Malaysian Indians of the Catholic faith in the same outfit, living together in the 1960s with the same name, albeit spelt differently.
There was litttle more to the tale than that.
My dad’s single life was always that period, with the two Bernards. After that, it was with mom, and the family they made.
So this death, this funeral, on October 28, 2023 is a marker. Not quite anything to almost all people, but for me a certainly, a telling tick in my life’s scrapbook that the past retold to me is more, just the past I have lived through.
It is not an achievement to have enough happen before. But it is in the acknowledging that the present gets to have clarity.