Saying lots of goodbyes. One of the goodbyes I attend was uh... remember a few months ago I told you that my former professor/supervisor passed away?
Well, after months sending a message to his husband, he finally replied me and sent me an invitation to his remembrance party. I got my last day of work covered and went to his remembrance event. I believe I was the only student of his there because: "I don't know much about his students very well" said his husband. I tried inviting all my classmates to go, but none of them showed up.
What's even more amazing is that he remembered me. The only interaction we had so far was through messenger, where I sent him the photos of his late husband back in Germany 2016. He immediately called me out when I entered: "HEY, IS THAT JERRY LIM?" Man I was shocked. That event probably had like a 100 people (family and friends).
The nice thing is that I get to see all my old German professors again. The German department is really really small, so literally everyone (like 2+1) is there. The 2 permanent staff and that one German graduate student that teaches for a year and then gets replaced by another German graduate student. Of course, I didn't know the new graduate student very well, my year was a different graduate student. Unfortunately, I think I finished my German minor a bit too early compared to the rest of the program, so there was a huge time gap between all of us. Yes it is nice to see everyone again, but the time gap is too huge to fill it in in such a small time frame.
The other strange feeling is that having the late professor's face plastered everywhere, and having all of our common theme being "we know the deceased", and yet not seeing him or hearing him feels strange. Yes I know this happened because of what happened, but it felt strange, surreal even. Lots of time I feel like he's just gonna pop in and go "sorry I'm late, I couldn't find parking *kisses husband*". Then we'll go like "Yeah, it's really hard to find parking downtown during the weekends, especially with all this construction going on!". Yeah, but no, it didn't happen like that. What did you/I expect?
In the middle of it, there was a part where the husband gave a speech. He told us about his late husband's life and all. I'm surprised that he called me out by name! The other thing I was surprised about is that his late husband has a best friend also named Jerry, and he was standing behind me during the speech. So, during the end of his speech, he told the audience, while looking and pointing at my general direction "Now, Jerry have something to say", and I was having a mild panic. I was like oh gosh oh gosh what what what, but then the crowd moved a bit and someone behind me walked by me and apparently that's "Jerry". I now realised how they tell us apart is that he's "Jerry", while I am "Jerry Lim". Now I know why he kept on referring to me with my surname in it, it's clearer that way.
Either way, I guess I am done packing. Gonna just watch some shows till the time comes. See you all in Montreal!
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| He was a huge fan of landscaping, and we get to see the fruits of his labour. |
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| Stormy likes to play with my bag. |
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| Meow meow |
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