Memorial Day..
yes, today is the day.. Memorial Day.. where Americans mourn over their long lost ones who died in the wars.. or just died.
Today I went to go visit my Uncle's Grave. It was nice. I haven't gone to his grave in about... actually I don't even remember the last time I went to his grave. I do remember the night that the hospital called my grandma's house. I was in my Grandma's room playing some type of game with marbles, I think, and then... the phone rang. I don't remember who picked up.. but then.. everything just went dead silent.. (you know in the movies where the mother is told that her son has been in an accident and then she convolses with sobs) well, this is 180 degrees different.. it just went quiet. Then, one of my aunties went to the "altar".. more like a shrine of my ancestors in a corner of my Grandma's rooms and lit incenses and candles. I can not remember anything after that.. I just remember turning around and everyone had their heads bowed, and silence prevailed the room.
Yes, my flashbacks, I have had many of those recently. Anyways, we drove to Randolph, I love that place. It is a little worn down but it just has this certain flair to the city, I mean it is just laid back and calm.. I don't know.. It reminds me of Lynn though =) my good old kiddy days lol. Anywho, we went into the cementary and we drove through it. To those people who know me VERY well, I hate going into the cementary, I also hate it when people are stepping ON other people's graves. I hate that, to me that is stepping on their resting place and that is disrespectful in my eyes. So I HAD to walk through the cementary, I was basically jumping over graves or walking in BIG strides. When we found my uncle's grave, grandma make me put the flowers and chinese paper money near the gravestones (one for my uncle and one for my uncle's friend) then she had me stick these candle sticks, that looked like a lollipop twisted around a stick as an axis-instead with wax and a wick, into the grave ground.. one in every corner of the grave. Then she made me light them all (8 in total) and then made me burn incenses (the chinese traditional ones) and had me stick those in the ground. After a couple minutes of prayers and asking for favors from my uncle, I burned the paper money in a big pot. It was a nice day. I think burning the money into ashes and smoke allows Uncle to have the money in Heaven.. like the smoke rises to the sky and up above so the "money smoke" would leave him with money to spend.. I think that is how it goes. Not really sure actually. Anyways like I said, it was a nice day. After burning the money, Grandma had me water the flowers and the graves to keep my Uncle and his friend "cool after being in the sun too long". I liked today even though it brought back alot of memories.
Well, that is my story of the day. Ta ta for now..
Love Me
Today I went to go visit my Uncle's Grave. It was nice. I haven't gone to his grave in about... actually I don't even remember the last time I went to his grave. I do remember the night that the hospital called my grandma's house. I was in my Grandma's room playing some type of game with marbles, I think, and then... the phone rang. I don't remember who picked up.. but then.. everything just went dead silent.. (you know in the movies where the mother is told that her son has been in an accident and then she convolses with sobs) well, this is 180 degrees different.. it just went quiet. Then, one of my aunties went to the "altar".. more like a shrine of my ancestors in a corner of my Grandma's rooms and lit incenses and candles. I can not remember anything after that.. I just remember turning around and everyone had their heads bowed, and silence prevailed the room.
Yes, my flashbacks, I have had many of those recently. Anyways, we drove to Randolph, I love that place. It is a little worn down but it just has this certain flair to the city, I mean it is just laid back and calm.. I don't know.. It reminds me of Lynn though =) my good old kiddy days lol. Anywho, we went into the cementary and we drove through it. To those people who know me VERY well, I hate going into the cementary, I also hate it when people are stepping ON other people's graves. I hate that, to me that is stepping on their resting place and that is disrespectful in my eyes. So I HAD to walk through the cementary, I was basically jumping over graves or walking in BIG strides. When we found my uncle's grave, grandma make me put the flowers and chinese paper money near the gravestones (one for my uncle and one for my uncle's friend) then she had me stick these candle sticks, that looked like a lollipop twisted around a stick as an axis-instead with wax and a wick, into the grave ground.. one in every corner of the grave. Then she made me light them all (8 in total) and then made me burn incenses (the chinese traditional ones) and had me stick those in the ground. After a couple minutes of prayers and asking for favors from my uncle, I burned the paper money in a big pot. It was a nice day. I think burning the money into ashes and smoke allows Uncle to have the money in Heaven.. like the smoke rises to the sky and up above so the "money smoke" would leave him with money to spend.. I think that is how it goes. Not really sure actually. Anyways like I said, it was a nice day. After burning the money, Grandma had me water the flowers and the graves to keep my Uncle and his friend "cool after being in the sun too long". I liked today even though it brought back alot of memories.
Well, that is my story of the day. Ta ta for now..
Love Me