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Monday, August 4, 2008 '

funerals.

the void deck all draped with yellow and such.

the sound of mahjong tiles mixing.
how could they? i was appalled.
how disrepectful.
it's normal. mommy said.
in Taiwan, Strip Teases are the norm, daddy added.

i gazed around;
the swollen eyes, tired faces.
the grieving daughters and sombre wife.
the impatient helpers and monks(i think they're monks)with indifferent faces.
the hugs and well wishes of friends and family.
my grand uncle weeping; tears rolling down his wrinkled, ruddy face.

i've always disliked attending funerals.
the bleak and dismal atmosphere,
the awkwardness when you cant find the right words to say;
somehow "cheer up" cannot be used, no matter how much you want the person to,
"it's okay everything will get better" doesn't quite cut it either.
even hugs(which are normally quite comforting) seem to be devoid of warmth.

funerals are like a slap to the face.
a blatant reminder that you'll never get to see the person again.
full of regret and "if only i could"s,
of "i love you"s that come too late and words left unspoken.
Regret for the things we did can be alleviated with time;
it is regret for the things we did not do that will haunt us forever.