The End Is Only The Beginning

We finally laid Granny to rest yesterday at Kwong Meng Sua.

They say it should be a happy occasion when someone leaves at a ripe old age. They could be right. But farewells are always tearful, especially when it's someone you're fond of and the separation is permanent. I cried alot when the monk covered the coffin and we had to send her on her last "journey".

Kenny and I spent three nights watching over her, keeping the incense burning, folding paper gold ingots and making sure everything was alright. We were very tired by the third night, but thinking about how she took care of us when we were young took much of that tiredness away.

As it always happens, families get a little closer when someone dies. I got up to speed with what has been happening in Kenny's life. My mom caught up with her sisters in Malaysia. I met and spoke with cousins whom I didn't know existed.

Anyway, it was a good funeral.