|Queue at the Padang, Thursday|
Mr Lee said once that Singaporeans are champion grumblers. Somehow, this week, we decided to prove him wrong for once. Despite hours queueing in the hot sun, despite more hours in the rain waiting for the funeral cortege to pass, Singaporeans took it all with good humour. Strangers handed out drinks, food and umbrellas to those waiting in line. We remembered the uncommon privilege we had in growing up in a society where success in life did not depend on the family you were born to or the colour of your skin. It was a time which bound us together as Singaporeans. Amidst all the sorrowful thoughts, there was a confidence that we could go on as one nation, one people, one Singapore.
Aside from queuing (mercifully, for only three hours), I visited the tribute site at SGH and also waited by the roadside for the funeral cortege to pass. But much time was spent reading through the many newspaper articles, including in overseas newspapers, talking about his legacy. Some critics complained that the hype in the media was just another attempt at propaganda by the ruling party. But the mass turnout, far greater than anticipated, and the soaring of the Singapore spirit indeed showed SIngaporeans' true respect and gratitude for Mr Lee.
Goodbye, Mr Lee.