Everything comes to an end.

My grandmother just pass away last Thursday. Thats why i had been missing this few day.

We had a traditional Hakka funeral coupled with ritual for 4 consecutive day and on the final day, she was send to the crematory.

This funeral gave me a chance to mingle with my cousins where its been years since i last saw them (The last time was probably my grandfather funeral). I guess this may be the last time i will ever see them again as humans are lazy to meet up. Everyone of us had our own job or study to be busy with.

My grandmother is a traditional women with 14 children, 9 sons and 5 daughter. My mother was the youngest of the daughters. My grandfather died 5 years ago and last thursday, it was her turn. She pass away at the age of 82 years old from acute infraction, something related to heart disease.

The first 3 days were pretty boring, just various rituals and entertaining friends and relatives that came to attend the funeral. I miss my dear birthday due to this. Sorry, dear. Thanks for supporting me and coming to attend the funeral, i appreciate it. Lucky i bought you your present in advance. I will let you redeem this birthday celebration that i own you.

The most memorable part was on the final day. It was the time for my grandmother to be sent to Mandai Cremetory. We traveled from the funeral location to the crematory at about 2pm. Everyone was with a heavy heart.

The priest had a last ritual where all of us would surround my grandmother reciting some scripture and my grandmother was send to the furnace. We were brought to a view place where we could see the coffin inside the furnace.

Nearly everyone in the room started to cry, even the friends of the relatives. Imagine yourself a scene of 90+ people crying for my grandmother at the same time. (14 children each have about 3-4 kids and some of these kids even gave birth to much more kids.)

The peak was when the fire started to lit and crackle on the coffin. My mother and her siblings were screaming something like 妈啊，妈啊. It lasted for about 5 minutes but i felt it was the saddest moments in my life till now.

Unknowingly, i felt tears rolling down my cheek, (about 3 drops). In actual fact, I believe I cried not because my grandmother get burned or i shall never see her again but because of the atmosphere in the room. I believe that my grandmother would never be awake again. Aww, the scene was super sad and i believe i will never encounter anything like this again.

I look to my left where my brother was standing, i discovered that he was not crying nor his eyes were teary. And he gave a super stone look. After everything ended, when we were leaving the room. My brother suddenly exclaimed something. He whisper to me that he felt his heart was made of stone or metal. He said when he saw my grandmother's coffin was being burn, he din felt anything. lol. Then i told him the rationale behind why my eyes got teary then he undertstand. I ask him when was the last time he cried and he told me was when he was in sec 2 when he was standing behind a door and someone kick the door from the other side. The door when right smacking into his face. He told me he cried wasn't because of the pain but because he really feels like crying. I was like lol.

After this whole funeral, I guess it will be super long again before i will cry. Its good to cry once in a blue moon. Lucky dear wasn't here. I believe she would cry till faint as she was always a tear pot.

I wish all luck to my cousins and relative, hope we will meet again.

P.S. Death is a cycle of life. Everything would come to an end....