A Scholar, A Sportsman & A Gentleman

Events over the past few weeks seem to have been directed to the school that Jon attended and so loved. VI. In particular the Boys Scouts movement where Jon was Patrol leader.
The run-up to the Boys Scouts Centenary Celebrations and the celebrations itself at The Park Royal Hotel which mum attended, (minus Peter who was away on business), started refreshing thoughts on VI. Memories came flooding back to me about the scouts' den and the times when we sent Jon for scout gatherings, meetings, or campfire rehearsals at the den that eventually burned down. Part of the centenary celebrations was also to raise funds for a new scouts den.
What was nice to hear from the Centenary campfire at the hotel, the scouts still remember Jon and his name is held in high regard. His juniors in 1st KL still remember him. I am bewildered...
Then on Saturday night at Godma Ann's birthday party, we met a lovely couple sitting at the table next to us the man went to school at VI. He eventually went on to complete his MBA at Oxford. He and his wife were lovely company all night. He is after all, a scholar, a sportsman and a gentleman.
And just last night I stayed up to watch the late movie on Astro about cops and robbers, the usual good guy overcome bad guy story starring Mel Gibson & Danny Glover. At the end where good triumphs over evil, the soundtrack of Eric Clapton's 'Knocking on heaven's door' came on. Memories of Jon singing that song at his last Boys Scouts campfire in VI came flooding back. I recalled this scrawny young boy in black T-shirt and dark blue jeans singing his heart out to the lyrics of ....knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door...yeah, yeah, yeah....knock, knock, knocking on heavens door....accompanied by his 'rock' band fashioned after Guns & Roses.
That's more than four years on and heaven is where you are Son.
Your memory is kept alive and we miss you. You will always be to us, a scholar, a sportsman and a gentleman. And I love you.