Today when I was reading Michael Ooi’s blog about funeral, it brought back some memories of mine during my father’s funeral. What he said is true; Chinese culture of funeral is burning a lot of paper stuff as a form of remorse, and those attended the funeral is to show up and say that they regretted for not being there when the deceased needed them the most.
I still remember the day when my father passed away, I was still in US studying. When my mom broke the news to me in the middle of the night, I was sleeping (and that’s why after that, I dreaded receiving calls in the middle of the night) after working long hours and studying for the midterm. By the time I came back, my father was already in the coffin. Tears sprang out subconsciously because I did feel regret for many things that I had done.
When I was young, I used to be a brat, and I didn’t know how to appreciate the things that my father did for me. I didn’t understand him. By the time I was older, I began to understand him. Unfortunately, I had to spend my time away from home to study in Subang Jaya. After that, I spent few years in US and he had a heart attack during my stay in the States.
During the funeral, there were many relatives that came to the funeral, but they were so indulge in gambling and eating that they did not pay any respect to my father. Even when I was asking them to move away from that area because we needed to load the coffin up to the truck, they were asking me to wait because they haven’t finished their game yet! Its just totally fucking unbelievable! Those so-called relatives are nothing but a bunch of ass and they did the same to every funeral they had gone to. I mean, oh come on! Show some respect because you guys owed my dad so much!
After the funeral, I never keep in contact with those buggers.
And I miss him… a lot …
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