It's MY story, and it's nothing like yours.

That ah gong's no longer around - it will take a while to sink in.

This whole thing just feels so surreal.

One day it was seeing him still on his bed, breathing a little harder than usual.
Next was the sms that he's gone.
Then it was the wake. Folding/ burning joss papers day in and day out. Ritual after ritual.
Cremation. Collection of ashes, bringing them out to sea.
A coin and a lighter from his collection.

That scene at the crematorium keeps flashing in my mind.

Tired.

I know he came back, because we saw that handprint on the rice.

posted by yz @ 10:46 PM