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2004-11-12 ~ 10:40 p.m. ~ Getting some rest into my life

It’s been almost a week since Great Granny passed away. Today marks the 7th day, and to the Buddhist and Taoist, this is quite an important day. They believe that the soul returns to the home and visit their loved ones. During the 3rd week and 7th week, they come back as well. Hmm..so far my mom has dreams of her a few days after she passed away. But GG did not say anything in the dreams.

It has been very tiring but everything has come to a closure…sort of. Tomorrow, my relatives from Hongkong will be throwing a thank you and farewell dinner for us at some Chinese restaurant, so our presence is required. I have quite a few Chinese styled lunches and dinner since they arrived to see GG for the last time as well as stayed for the funeral arrangements. Though my communication and encounter with them is limited, due to the fact that I’m of the younger generation and we don’t have a lot of common things to talk about, but I enjoy listening to their banter among one another. I think they are much more amicable than my relatives in Singapore. At least they are very honest and are just a bunch of kind simple folks. And I think, after this episode, we won’t have much contact with them not because we don’t want to, but there are just too many complications within the family root. The relatives here don’t seem to like them, and think differently of them.
It is indeed sad, but there is nothing much the younger generation can do if my father’s peers are all blinded by their own assumptions. It is just sad seeing your father and his siblings acting all weird even though these are your supposedly educated folks. It boils down to the fact that credentials do not make people a decent human being.

I’ve not done very much these couple of days. I’m just staying at home resting, sleeping mostly, eating, getting my life back to some normalcy. I am not even going to think of the work I have in office. Life is more than just that. I wished I could constantly remind myself of that. Much as I would like not to be bothered by the stress in office, it does get into me from time to time, and at times, it eats me up so bad that I feel that I need to quit, if not, I would suffer from a breakdown soon.


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