the fortune teller shifu says dearest and i are not advised to attend wakes and funerals. while we believes his readings, we make exceptions for this advice, especially when it (unfortunately) concerns our closest friends.
jackson’s dad passed away on tuesday. anyone’s passing away is a tragic news. but when it happens to an immediate relative (parents or siblings) of a close friend, it is painful – especially when the friend is still young.
and it saddens me especially because i have once been in the same situation as jackson, losing a parent to illness at a relatively young age.
dearest and i went to the wake last evening. when sheena recalled the last few moments of jackson’s dad’s life and how jackson reacted when he had to speak to his dad as part of the rituals, i had to swallow back my own tears. i looked away from sheena and managed to compose myself. the memories just came flooding back. PAINFUL.
it was a buddhist wake, not the taoist ones which i am unfortunately familiar with (did a quick count and i have been ‘directly involved’ in 5 funerals already), so there was not much to help out with. but to show our support, we stayed till close to midnight and during those hours, i had the time to recall some of the memories.
1994 – paternal grandma
i remember my parents rushed out from home when they received news that my grandma has passed away. left me all alone at home. i’ve never had to deal with the loss of a loved one before and i wasn’t sure what to expect. so i called a friend and chatted with her, and cried throughout the conversation.
as with most wakes, the 5 days brought the family closer.
my uncle used to be involved in a gang and one night, he brought like 50+ ‘brothers’ to the wake and all of them paid respect to my grandma simultaneously. it’s like a scene out of the HK 古惑仔 movies.
2001 – maternal grandma
my mum was already ill with stroke and bedridden then and have only visted my grandma once when she was frailing away in a hospice. when i broke the news to my mum, she cried terribly. but because of her condition, we didn’t allow her to attend the wake which is very far away at thomson.
each morning i would wake up at 5+am, feed and change my mum, and take the bus to thomson, reaching there around 7+am. and stayed till close to midnight and take a cab home. and then my mum would stay home and cry while my dad tried his best to console her.
years later, it dawned on me that my ex-boyfriend never came down to the wake to pay his respects. i should have seen it then that he wasn’t the right one.
on one of the nights, there was a ritual where the priest would chant some prayers and part of the content was about how a woman painstakingly bear a child within her body for 9 months. all of the family members were sitting down on the mat and then my uncle, the one who used to stay with my grandma cos he is single, bent over and started sobbing.
how my heart ached when i saw that. my uncle is someone who doesn’t display his emotions much. we know he cares for the family but he has never ever shown any display of weakness or affection. but to see him cry like that, not just tears flowing down the cheeks, but heart-wrenching and uncontrollably sobs…. argh…
2002 – maternal grandpa (biological)
while i do not know my real maternal grandpa really well, i felt i had to be around to do my ‘filial’ duties. given that the wake was a 10 min walk from my home, i attended it everyday from morning to night without fail. this is a wake both of sadness and happiness because this is where fate brought me together with dearest.
it was a tiring 5 days full of work – attending to friends of relatives, clearing the tables, folding incense paper, buring incense paper, kneeling etc etc – because the family knew so many friends and also requested for so many rituals.
and there are videos and pictures for keepsake as well.
2004 – mum
i’ve said a lot about how i felt about my mum before and i think loved ones around me are sick of hearing it sometimes. it’s not that i want to live in the past but sometimes a part of me worry that if i don’t think about it, don’t talk about it every now and then, i will forget the memories really quickly, and then what am i left with? i regretted that i didn’t request for a video shoot of the entire process.
i cried when mum took her last breath, cried when i ‘helped’ to dress her, cried after she was placed in the coffin, cried when my auntie cried… but when the friends and colleagues are around, i never shed a tear. some colleagues have commented that i seemed cold but hey, you are not me, how would you know how i felt?
but frankly, after a while, you run out of tears. you look into the coffin and talk to her, your mind wonders when you lay down to take a nap beside the coffin, but the tears won’t come.
on the day of the funeral, when the priest told us to turn away from the coffin so that they can close the display of the coffin, i turned into the warm embrace of mum’s friend and wailed uncontrollably, sobbing that i’ve lost my mum. it’s strange how the subconcious mind works.
i’m logical enough to understand that everyone leaves the world someday – some earlier, some later. i know my dad will leave me one day too but it’s such a dread to have to face that day.
daddy: i hope you will stay healthy and see me through my marriage, your first grand-child, second grand-child (and more?), and even your first great-grand-child!
in the meantime, dearest and i will be with jackson and sheena to provide moral support and any help they need… that’s what friends are for.