Post funeral report

Finally it is over.... it has been emotionally draining as well as physically draining... all the days while i attended the wake, i have had the image of my uncle smiling and greeting me so ever happily.. he's the youngest in the family of eight siblings and the most loved one... it is very evident by the tears of my aunties who helped him to look after his kids since they were born.. everyday, we would have somebody who cried beside the coffin... who needed to be helped to the chair.. everybody loved my uncle for the person he is and yet, hated him for the silly things that he has done at times...

stories about his death flowed freely among the various ppl who came to visit... one story which struck me the most was the story of him telling the Thai monk who came to visit him in the hospital that he was very worried about his youngest son... he was worried that he would be led astray without a father's guidance... and his son, having the gifted talent for reciting sutras since young was accepted by this monk as his disciple and he is to guide my cousin like a father, guide him through the sutras to be a better person that my uncle wanted him to be... my uncle left on wed morning, after hearing the news that his oldest daughter had gotten second upper honours on tues night... he had been worried about his three children even at his death bed... this is how much a parent would worry for their children, no matter how much the children didn't seem to care for him...

uncle's passing has left a huge impact on me... cos he is one of the closest uncle that i have out of the seven uncles and aunties... the following new yr would not be the same anymore... i would not be able to hear his hearty greeting anymore... i wouldn't be able to joke with him anymore... but my only consolation is that he is in a better place.. without pain and burden... no matter how beautiful this world may be, he is not able to see it anymore...

during one of the funeral nights, my eldest uncle brought old photos of him when he was only three... taken together with him, my dad and two of my other aunts... the four of them looked so happy together... i have a snapshot of the photo in my phone.. will get it placed here once i get my computer fixed.. yes, the connection has died once again.... and a few more photos of them when my granny and grandpa were still alive and they were a kid... family photo... looking at those photos and at the context we were looking at it, it made me realise that my own family has never gotten a photo album done up.. photos were just slotted into an album and forgotten... my next major project would be to get a photo album done for my own family.. inclusive of the pics of whoever that comes into our family by marriage or by birth... make it something for the next generation to remember us by...

uncle's funeral ended on sun... sat night, i hardly slept... the thoughts of uncle filled me and it ran in my mind... but somehow, i was able to survive through sun without any feeling of tiredness... looking at my uncle's coffin being pushed into the high temperature burning fire, the only thing i could say to him was 'goodbye, uncle dearest. may we be uncle and niece in our next lives again.'