This Saturday morning, I paid my last respects to my granduncle (my mom’s uncle) before he was buried at CCK. I think that’s probably the least I could do. The feeling was kind of strange and awkward for me since I’m kind of detached from most of my maternal relatives, even some of my uncles and cousins … .you know, it’s like we lived in a totally different world, strangers to each other, and comparing by standards, they have sort of dominated the skies, and I’m still pretty down to earth washing toilet bowls (and I’m still happy with what I’m doing). Perhaps it was my fault that I avoided all the past gatherings which I was invited but I did not manage to find time to attend.
The last time I’ve been to his estate was something like thirty years ago. It still looked pretty much the same now as compared to 30 years ago. Numerous wreaths were lining outside the estate, telling the world on the passing of a very private man. The whole wake, and the hearse as I found out much later through news, was very elaborate and bore that feeling of grandeur. Reminds me of my dad’s funeral about nearly 9 years ago but smaller in scale. I think that may the last time I’m stepping foot into this place.
Next time, if I die, skip all the wakes and funeral, just throw my body into the incinerator and scatter my ashes on the sea, erase me from your memories and get on with your life, and live them to the fullest before you reach the end of your journey on earth.
