The Last Respect

I attended my grandpa's funeral two days ago. He is my mom's father, but I am still not to get used of calling him "jie gong" (grandpa), because I have a very little chance to see him, while he was still alive, not to say talking with him. It always sounds weird. A lengthy old time story leads to today's reality. Some said this is the cycle of cause and consequence, like what the Buddhists always believe in. I have no comments over the issue, perhaps I am not willing to debate the question. The only thing I feel a real regret is that, I can neither know about him, nor call him a word of "grandpa".

Two days ago, my uncles, aunties, cousins, my brother and sister and I attended the funeral. The funeral is very simple, quiet and peaceful. I think it was still satisfying, as most of his children attended. Perhaps I can say that they put aside all the conflicts, and ready to pay the last respect to him., with love. It's our responsibilities, as his children and grandchildren, to be with him, to complete the so called "last journey" in his life.

May grandpa rest in peace. We love you.