My paternal grandfather passed away on the 6th of July, so I gotta fly back to HK to attend the ritual (Wednesday) and burial (Thursday).
The ritual was held in the same place as where my maternal grandfather's ritual was held. That one was held I think around 10 years ago already, and I still remembered myself playing with my cousin around that place and peeping other dead people in other rooms. I didn't do that this time ;).
I didn't really feel sad about my grandfather's death. I was quite close to him when I was younger. I remembered him bringing me out to play quite often, until he suffered from a stroke which got him paralysed. He could still recognise me for a year or so after he was paralysed, but couldn't after a few years, probably because I have grown and didn't really get to see him often.
I am his youngest grandchild in terms of age, but also his eldest grandchild (长孙), because I am his only son's only son (meaning my father is his only son (youngest too), and I don't have a brother).
On Thursday afternoon, after the burial, I sat around with the old people (and that include my parents) for a while since my niece was hogging the computer, and they were chatting about family history. Interesting stuffs came up, like if the daughter marries a husband with the same surname as her mother, they will have no sons (only daughters). This has happened for 3 continuous generations already, haha.
At night 17 of us were squeezing in a confined space having dinner, with some of us standing while eating. And we were chatting so much and so happily such that we seemed to have forgotten all about grandpa's death already.
Just came back to Singapore today. My sister was supposed to come back with me too but she was forced to stay in Hong Kong because she was unwell. She has been unwell since around 2 weeks ago, and she was admitted to the hospital twice today. Get well soon!
The ritual was held in the same place as where my maternal grandfather's ritual was held. That one was held I think around 10 years ago already, and I still remembered myself playing with my cousin around that place and peeping other dead people in other rooms. I didn't do that this time ;).
I didn't really feel sad about my grandfather's death. I was quite close to him when I was younger. I remembered him bringing me out to play quite often, until he suffered from a stroke which got him paralysed. He could still recognise me for a year or so after he was paralysed, but couldn't after a few years, probably because I have grown and didn't really get to see him often.
I am his youngest grandchild in terms of age, but also his eldest grandchild (长孙), because I am his only son's only son (meaning my father is his only son (youngest too), and I don't have a brother).
On Thursday afternoon, after the burial, I sat around with the old people (and that include my parents) for a while since my niece was hogging the computer, and they were chatting about family history. Interesting stuffs came up, like if the daughter marries a husband with the same surname as her mother, they will have no sons (only daughters). This has happened for 3 continuous generations already, haha.
At night 17 of us were squeezing in a confined space having dinner, with some of us standing while eating. And we were chatting so much and so happily such that we seemed to have forgotten all about grandpa's death already.
Just came back to Singapore today. My sister was supposed to come back with me too but she was forced to stay in Hong Kong because she was unwell. She has been unwell since around 2 weeks ago, and she was admitted to the hospital twice today. Get well soon!
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