i didnt attend church on sunday. i went to my granduncle's wake instead. he's from china and i have almost no impression of him. yet, he made me think about grandpa a lot. he came singapore for a holiday and passed away at another of my granduncle's house. sunday was the third day and they sent the body for cremation. i was at the crematorium once again. the rites made me restless and i resist them a lot-that was the last moment before they cremate the body. i still remember vividly how painful it was when grandpa was wheel in to be cremated. it was like an eternal separation. hall 4. i cried so hard and made no sound. the agony i felt cannot be put into words. i still miss grandpa a lot. and when at hall2, where granduncle was wheeled in, tears welled in my eyes. i was reliving the hurt once again. these memories of grandpa, how he played so much part in my adolescent years i can never forget..
on a happier note, let come to the redundant part of my post. one of my distant relative, gave me a red packet at the funeral. and to my surprise, it contained $10! if you would agree with me,it was really generous of her.
and that was sunday for me...
i promise you that.
ME.
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