1st day...

after work i rushed home. on the way, i cried so much. people in the next car were looking at me like a mad woman. i couldnt care less. i missed her a lot. got changed and went to pj for the funeral.

almost everyone was already there. i went over to the coffin, and couldnt help myself but burst into tears again. no one else was crying, just me, and bro did shed a tear. i looked at her, and speak from my heart, hoping she can hear.

when other saw me, they asked whether it's my running nose or was i crying. they consoled me, saying that it's okay, she lived 2 lives already (ie 105 yrs old). i said yes, but still very sad. they say, no need to be sad, she has gone to a better world. i just pray she has....

uncle.wahjai said thaithai made the clothes herself. she knew this day would come, she prepared everything. she got all the praying stuffs ready. a.sam told me that they burnt the stuffs for 2 hours and yet, still hasnt burnt all. i guessed she knew that the younger generations wouldnt do all these, that was why she prepared everything herself.

we chanted for a whole 2 hours. and left for home..