It is true that your siblings shaped you in some ways. From the beginning, Ngao koh marched to his own tune. He'd rather send his school bag with the chauffer and walked home so he could play longer. As a middle child, he was not too old to make paper bullets and play cops & robbers but old enough to trick us to climb the tall trees or jump from the balcony.
He gave us access to the latest, bootlegged Elton John record & joined Columbia Music for monthly supply of new albums. During our years in Pacific Grove, he was the defacto head of our household of 5 teenagers. I was impressed at how he could go up and down that curviest of Highway 68.
He never much cared for trendy style but had many of those shirts with a horse. He was a great bargain hunter and couldn't pass up any good sales on both food and clothes.
Living apart for many years, we weren't all that close. Still, we easily reconnected and enjoyed recalling old days.
Til the end, he found joy in cooking your favorite dishes, whatever they may be. He made sure to get extra small bananas for my grandbaby.
Thank you for the warm memories I got to share with you. Wherever you are, I hope you know that we miss you terribly...in many small ways you touched our lives.
Rest in peace, my brother. Til we meet again.