Visit to My Grandma

We went to visit my Grandma's cemetery today. Sienna kept asking me if I miss her and if I would cry. When I was a teenager, I thought if my Grandma died, I would too. She passed away at the age of 92. I could never mention about her without turning on the fountain of tears. Somehow, I made peace with my emotions now. I understand now the best way to remember her is to live my life well. This was all she wished for.

For all these years when I was away, people here restored a lot of rituals like burning the paper money so that the death could have it to spend. I just followed the suit as my brother and his wife performed the rituals although I am not into them. The courtyard is fully covered with paper ashes, fireworks and candles drops. It hurts me to think she stays near such a dirty environment while she wanted to keep everything so clean in her life.