We all know that death is part and parcel of life. It's an end to a life cycle. But since we know that it is inevitable, why do we still mourn and cry?
During the last day of the funeral, my aunts whom I respect a lot, was crying and wailing. It was so heart-wrenching, and I could really sympathise with them.
When we were about to cremate the body, we saw a red dragonfly on the wall. And it was believed that it was my granduncle. In Taoism, a dead person can come back as insects such as butterflies and dragonflies.
When I was in the bus heading towards the crematorium, I was listening to my mp3. I suddenly found my tear glands on the verge of bursting when I heard really sad songs that relates to death.
I forced myself not to cry, but I saw my body contorted, and my eyes started to be blinded by tears. And suddenly, I found myself weeping silently.
Come to think about it, why should I even hold back my tears in the first place? I mean, masculinity is one thing but aren't mourning in funerals usually accompanies tears?
Anyway, tears have dried and body's been cremated. Wei Chong's right, I should move on.
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