I woke up amidst silence.
The others had all went to my uncle's house.
I cleaned up and walked.
Family's all there.
Red cloths sprawled on the floor. Yellow cloths stared at me.
Ate and prepared for the funeral tomorrow, but today, we are seeing my grandma for the last time and paying her our respects.
I've never been to many funerals, but this funeral is so far the one I'd never missed for the world.
I've always love my mother's parents since small, it's kinda bias, but one cant help it. They were warm people, and their actions lingered.
There were many familiar faces around; respective partners and children.
Chinese New Year had never been so crowded as of that day.
I snapped up every moment like photos in my mind.
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Siblings helped one another dressed up in white.
It was somber, but not quite.Old faces caught up with new.
All my grandma's children dressed up in white, the children of the men wore yellow.It's during this time that the gender makes no difference; everyone's a part of something.
The old adage that only sons were the treasure and pearls of the family no longer applies. Every able bodies pulled themselves up when the time comes, and do their part.
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The guests helped themselves to dishes served in the open air garage.
And then time came to go to the hospital.I realised the thing bout small towns; the people are more affectionate.
I asked for the help of a stranger uncle to fetched me to the hospital, cos the cars were full and taking turns to fetch couple of times.
Other people offered to watch over my uncle's house while I grabbed a helmet and the uncle rode off.
It's been a while since I was sitting as a passenger on a motorcycle. It brings back memories during Chinese New Year when the uncles, aunts, long distance cousins and neighbours would just offer to fetch me back to grandma's house.
Small town folks..people with warm dispositions.
