Family for life?

Its been a long long long………….. weekend again. So there I was in my fifth funeral in my entire not-so-long life. This time where I keep reminding myself to remember every passing seconds of it. Not that I’m very awake to remember every single mood of it. So there goes another family. I am still not sure whether to mourn or to rejoice for her, for all I knew she’s live through slashing comments and senseless insults. The bright side to it may be that she was deaf and might not have heard most of the harsh words spoken. Maybe there’s a little bit if regret in me that I should have done more for her, oh well...at least I tried to let her see the little beauty there is left in this life.
Back to the funeral, surprisingly many who never did spare a minute for her when she was alive and kicking turn up for the funeral. Maybe the thought of skipping the funeral might bring bad luck to the rest of their no-less-meaningful life scares them. Oh well…and then there’s the pathetic “oh I actually wanted to call her 2 days ago but I just forgot…” How sweet of them to actually remember her. There goes the endless ritual again to ensure the departed one is truly at peace. The suffocating smell of the burning incense, the hypnotizing sound of the Taoist priest, the melancholic voice of the er-hu, the numbness of the leg from the long prayers….It was just all too memorable to forget (for now perhaps).
There is certainly nothing a dead person can do better than to reunite those distant families torn apart again and again by infinite insignificant stuffs. And hopefully, just hopefully that everyone will just realise the greatness of the family bond that is so strong that almost nothing can come between us, before it’s too late for redemption again.