Went to my very first one today – my maternal grandfather’s. The experience made me realise a few things:
That the person lying in the coffin will look nothing like the person you knew;
That some people are afraid to look, while others are indifferent;
That it reunites a broken family;
That people lie – to comfort others and themselves;
That the afternoon sun is cruel;
That people tend to stare when the hearse passes;
That the choice of coffin really doesn’t matter when it is covered with earth;
That grief is contagious and comes unannounced;
That even the toughest of them all crack eventually;
That although it has brought family here, death cannot keep them together;
That no matter how many friends we have – we die alone;
That I am afraid.
Gong Gong. I am sorry that your final act fell short.
Rest in peace.