Losing a root
Losing my grandma was like losing a root.
Imagine you are a plant and suddenly being pulled from the ground and the root left behind the soil.
That pretty much described how I felt these last week.
Went through all the procession from the day she passed away until the funeral five days later, I felt so rich in culture and tradition. I am Chinese. And proud being one. Because without all of these, after you fly away from home, you will easily forget who you are and where you came from. My grandma reminds me to be humble always. And not forget where I came from.
The worst part is, partly sad because she gone away so sudden, I feel terribly sad to imagine how hard it will be for my whole big family to gather again after my grandma was gone. Maybe almost impossible.
But then, when remember the good times we shared these past couples years we been able to gather together, as I put here in the memorable table for her before the funeral, the pain ease. We glad we had these, and we glad my grandma had found her peace.
Love you, grandma, you forever be in our heart.
Oh Ria,
Thank you for posting pictures. I wish we could have been there. It looks like it was a beautiful traditional celebration to honor her. What a wonderful family we have!
Posted by
Anonymous |
November 26, 2008 at 2:28 PM
turut berduka cita ya ria.....
i believe your grandma's happy There
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Unknown |
November 29, 2008 at 11:03 PM