Friday, October 8, 2021
He always called me "Ppppi-ttaaaa." I liked it.
When he left the company in January this year due to illness, he left me a note saying, "Peter, you finish the Korean Cup Noodles in my cabinet," but I didn't even touch the cup noodles. Because I firmly believed that he would return.
A few days before coming to Korea, I heard that he was in a coma and moved to the hospice centre, but I believed he would overcome it and come back to us.
When I joined our Commissionaires Dispatch team, I hesitated whether to give up or not.
At that time, it was Willie who encouraged me and reminded me that I could do it.
To me, Willie was a father, a brother, a friend, and a comrade.
Whenever every day felt like a battlefield to me, Willie was a comrade who gave me a cigarette and smiled brightly.
Thanks Willie.
Rest in peace.
