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God’s number 7. An undeniably magical number. 7 long years. 1 September 2009 – 16 October 2016. Dearest Getzy.

They say first loves are the hardest to let go. And me being someone who collects and treasures my ‘firsts’ possessions, I’d say it’s mighty true. Only a pity, this black beauty ain’t gonna be parked in my museum of firsts.

My last glimpses of this dearest friend, as I walked away from it, wasn’t of any relief. In fact, it was more painful than I had ever imagined. I imagined that I would be looking forward to receiving the new car. That I would just leave this fellow hatchie behind. But the truth is, I have always been sentimental. Even more so at the final moments. The thoughts of it heading for the scrapyard, visualising how it’s gonna be crushed like they are normally done on shows, feels like I’m watching a friend being lowered into the earth.

Really. This starts to feel more like a funeral than a just simple goodbye.

Death is a release to the one who departs from the struggles of this earth. But to those who stays behind, our struggles continue. We live in memory of those who have exited our lives but we choose to continue to honor them in our hearts, in our words, in our actions, in all ways.

Today, I honor the memories of these past 7 years with my dearest faithful friend who has served alongside me to show grace after grace after grace to my circle of close friends, friends, acquaintances, people, even strangers around me. To give generously to those in need, to offer generously to those who felt undeserving, to celebrate joyously amongst fellow brothers and sisters. To honor and bring glory to the One and Only.

The beginning times when I first just got to know you. When I started my first internship. At Audi Singapore. Going to Queensway every morning. Getting a whole lot of parking fines one after the other. And a few really hefty ones, including the bus lane fine when my only intention was to pump up your shoes travelling from one petrol station to the next which was less than 100m away. That was 2009.

In 2010, we spent quite a bit of on-off time together. And more so, in 2011, as those were the days of my national service. I still remember the day I spent cleaning you up and polishing till you sparkled a day before my polytechnic graduation, making sure you’d shine. The trips to the national shooting centre, where we would just have fun revving down that peaceful road. Book-out days and weekends were joy, looking forward to driving.

Those days continued till the third-quarter of 2012. And not forgetting how much of a help you were, when we shifted from The Shaughnessy to Punggol, ferrying so so so many things, up and down, down and up. I was simply amazed by how much things I could fit into you. Literally comparable to a pickup van.

Late 2012. I started working. We were spending every day together. Getting all covered up in sand, dust and dirt, every few days because of the roads we had to take. Then 2013 came. 4 years after. I wanted more from you. I wanted you to be better. And because of the financial inflow, I gave you a series of upgrades. Air intake, open pod air filter, strut bars. And of course I replaced your mouth and ears – the sound system, which was then crackling like encrypted messages already.

The year got more exciting. We started going sideways, sliding and grinding tarmacs. Burning up your shoes was simply adrenaline-pumping. And you continued to surprise me, how much you were holding out. How hard you could be pushed, how much you were willing to be pushed. I was amazed. I was in love. In love with a fellow mate that was willing to go its limits with me. And it hit. The limits. One hefty clutch that nearly got burnt out. Ouch.

We changed it. And the following year, 2014, we got your shocks changed as well.

We were going places after places. To work, to German classes at Orchard, to HomeTeamNS, to social outings, etc. And then 2 months in Germany at the end of 2013. God, I miss you. I miss driving but I miss it more because I was driving with you. 2 whole months of absence, without gas, brake & clutch pedals, smell of petrol, gear shifting, shoulder workouts on a relatively heavy power steering. It wasn’t me,  without you.

Truly, you’ve redefined fun. You’ve redefined driving for me. You’ve taught me so much only because you gave me so much to learn. Might I say, you’re the driving force to ground myself and knowledge in mechanical engineering. A dream without will or desire to seek will not lead to completion or fruition. You are that desire. You are that initiation.

While the excessive rubber burning wasn’t our core business all along, our mission was clear. In these past 7 years, the number of rides we’ve given, the people who have sat on your leathery seats, those times when we squeezed a few more at the back, compressing those rear springs and asking your heart to pump harder to move. You’ve never given up on me. Not once. Your shoes might have popped a few times but you continued to roll as if it was nothing. Even when it’s hard, you bit on.

So many names who can testify.

For to me, you weren’t just a machine or another chunk of metal. You were and still are a fellow friend in battle. Thank you, dearest Getzy, for you have been faithful. Truly faithful.

I give thanks to my dad for his provision and support, in giving this car to me, allowing me to have fulfilled so many wonders and acts of grace through the years. It wasn’t just the acts. It was also a transformation, a God-willed one.

And above all else, I thank You, Father, God of Grace, God of Love, our One and Only, for this blessed tool of Your grace, for Your provisions of finances to upkeep this journey, the learning experiences, Your hand in my transformation. I give praise to You, Lord, for with You, that Your will be done. For with You, our journey begun 8 years ago. Amen.

This is not goodbye. This is liberation. This is to honor you, my friend, in memory and in spirit. That I will continue to serve out an abundant measure of grace to those who walk in and out of our lives, never withholding back any goodness that we may give out to generously. Though we may now be, thus forth, set apart on earth, we continue to stay together in the love of the Spirit. And as we step out of the boat and move forward to walk on water, we will courageously face the uncertainties that await us and grow to do greater things, continuing to honor each other’s tenacity and will, through the memories we cherish. You are family.

It’s about living out the purpose we are called to do.

To this, I quote:

“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

Till I see you again.