The official national week of mourning session for Mr Lee Kuan Yew finally drew to a close. While I certainly may not fully understand the feelings of queuing overnight and to pay respects in the Parliament House, the amount of grief I saw and felt as I watched the gun carriage drove past me 4 days ago was as vivid as ever. Some joked that Singaporeans were trained to queue up ever since the Hello Kitty craze but the queue which filled the streets overnight for at least 3 days was one of a different scale. It was one where humanity once again resurfaced, it was one which the element of time could not be cared less, it was one which made Singaporeans come as one, not just to pay our last respects, but to reflect how this one great man and his team turned the nation from a third world to a first world within one generation. Just as how a sudden downpour greeted the 1968 National Day Parade, the sudden downpour this morning accompanied Mr Lee’s final step out of the Parliament House all the way to the State Funeral Service at UCC. And just as how he braved on back then, Singaporeans and soldiers alike, braved on for him today. I have never came across a funeral this gloomy yet astounding. Following the 21-gun salute, my TV screen showed countless of Singaporeans lined up along the streets, braving the rain just so they can say their last goodbyes to our founding prime minister. What made me chock back tears while watching the live telecast was not the weeping of Singaporeans; it was the one thing they were holding in their hands, the national flag. As a young Singaporean, I may not have witnessed the adversities and the arduous path Mr Lee had painstakingly took to build our nation, but I have very well see for myself the fruits of his labour. Mr Lee may have no longer been active in politics as he claimed but the reassurance he gave to our current prime minister was as heartfelt as if it was for us, because he is nonetheless the founding father of Singapore. For the umpteenth time, thank you Sir, for all that you have done, for all that you have given us. We would still be living in mudflats if not for you, Mr Lee.