actual funeral
time: 9.33pm
Today was day 5.
I think it was a rollercoster ride, emotionally for alot of us. But at the end of the day, it has been a relief that we managed to carry it through and for my grandad to finally be put to rest.
tension was not as high as i expected, maybe cause circumstances were different from the last time.
But still, i have this to say. Saying this in his face would be inappropriate given im like the youngest and with totally no power, so i say it HERE: I hope that the tears are for real. Then again, how do you expect people to believe the show of grief you displayed? The wailing, sobbing, collapsing onto the floor in convulsed sobs and bursting into tears AT EVERY MOMENT you are called to fulfil your duties in the rites. The fraility that you display as you try to cope with the loss and carry the heavy responsibilities of the ceremony. Then with the same ease you wet your face, you can bring on a smile. You cannot believe the anger everyone felt towards you, then again, you are oblivous to everything but your grief. It was an irony to hear your wails in the deafening slience of the cremetorium, drowning out everyone else's quiet sobs. It was a even greater irony that nobody could bother to comfort you. IF you were really so filial, where were you all this while? my god..i never knew i had you as a relative until my grandma's funeral a few years a go. Shows how involved you were. And you failed miserably in your duties as a son. I glad I dont know you or even tried getting to know you. Dont put on a show if you dun mean it.
I'm glad i have my immediate family with me. Everytime we go through a event like this, we grow closer together. For all the disagreements and differences we may have, we are still one family. No matter how complicated things are with the extended side, it doesnt matter as long as we stick together.
A chapter closes, another opens.
Today was day 5.
I think it was a rollercoster ride, emotionally for alot of us. But at the end of the day, it has been a relief that we managed to carry it through and for my grandad to finally be put to rest.
tension was not as high as i expected, maybe cause circumstances were different from the last time.
But still, i have this to say. Saying this in his face would be inappropriate given im like the youngest and with totally no power, so i say it HERE: I hope that the tears are for real. Then again, how do you expect people to believe the show of grief you displayed? The wailing, sobbing, collapsing onto the floor in convulsed sobs and bursting into tears AT EVERY MOMENT you are called to fulfil your duties in the rites. The fraility that you display as you try to cope with the loss and carry the heavy responsibilities of the ceremony. Then with the same ease you wet your face, you can bring on a smile. You cannot believe the anger everyone felt towards you, then again, you are oblivous to everything but your grief. It was an irony to hear your wails in the deafening slience of the cremetorium, drowning out everyone else's quiet sobs. It was a even greater irony that nobody could bother to comfort you. IF you were really so filial, where were you all this while? my god..i never knew i had you as a relative until my grandma's funeral a few years a go. Shows how involved you were. And you failed miserably in your duties as a son. I glad I dont know you or even tried getting to know you. Dont put on a show if you dun mean it.
I'm glad i have my immediate family with me. Everytime we go through a event like this, we grow closer together. For all the disagreements and differences we may have, we are still one family. No matter how complicated things are with the extended side, it doesnt matter as long as we stick together.
A chapter closes, another opens.
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