United in Death

No, this is not my uncle's Tomb. Notice the Heart-Shaped Grass?

Dear Dawn,

Yesterday, I was attending someone's funeral.

Not exactly someone's funeral, but actually my uncle's. He was the eldest in the family, so of course everyone paid a tribute by attending his funeral. He was weakened by his illness for a long time so, maybe death was comforting to him.

And he was the father of the famous TV presenter so of course the funeral was crowded with TV journalists.

But I'm not going to talk about his funeral. I'm writing here because I realized something while I was there:

"It took one death to unite a family."

It's actually first time ever I saw my whole family in one place. Ever since I was a college student, I found it hard for my family to actually assembled in one time and place. Even at Ied, the holy and sacred day where, as a child, I can see my whole family gathered and celebrated together. I know, that was the price of growing up: everyone has their own agenda, has a place they ought to attend, has important task to handle. And the Ied has lost its cham ever since.

Now, in order to force the family to gather, someone must die. 

I found that ironic. We are gathered together to mourn instead of laugh, to feel sorrow instead of joy.

Regardless, I wish my uncle a refreshing rest in his grave, all his sin are forgiven, and may we all rejoice in His Heaven. And, I reeeally want to apologize for that one moment when I snapped at him, rudely, when all he was trying to do is fixing my joystick. I'm sorry...

Cheers