So...
I guess I am human after all.
Well, today was the service. Tomorrow I'll be in Long Island for the burial and farewell.
I got there around 6 and I saw my cousins and other relatives there. Seeing my aunt lie there made me feel rather uncomfortable... being that I saw her only 3 hours previous to her passing. I held it back for the most part. I didn't say much to my uncle or cousins.
I mean, what can I say? Offer my condolences? What good does that do? They've heard it from almost everyone else in the room... they don't need to hear it another time. It's not like it will bring her back. Being there is good enough.
Perhaps.
Anyway, I felt really sorry for my cousin, Ellen. The thing is, she just came from overseas from getting her masters. What made it really painful to hear was the fact that she was rushed to NY without knowing that her mom already passed. She was told about it after she got off the plane... Imagine not seeing your mother in her final hours one last time, and being told about it right after you arrive.
Whatever I'm going through is nothing compared to what she's feeling. It showed. She was bawling on and on... it just broke my heart seeing that.
My aunt looked very cold. Stiff, broken, but unusually peaceful. It seemed like she would move any second now... but I know she wouldn't. When I saw her last at the hospital, I held her hand. She grasped mine hard before I left. I felt a bad vibe right then and there. I should have done something... but I guess these things happen for a reason.
I don't want sound condescending or anything, but I guess it's something that I need to say. For whoever reads this, just know that whatever you are going through, or whatever difference that you and I may have, put that aside and listen. Just be glad you have your health. In the end, all the bickering and bitching about how much you hate your life and how much it sucks doesn't matter. None it matters in the end.
Young Chun Chi; she had it quite hard... she battled breast cancer for 8 years. The body can only take so much. She reached her limit at 9PM, March 20, 2003.
Rest well, Soong Mo.
Well, today was the service. Tomorrow I'll be in Long Island for the burial and farewell.
I got there around 6 and I saw my cousins and other relatives there. Seeing my aunt lie there made me feel rather uncomfortable... being that I saw her only 3 hours previous to her passing. I held it back for the most part. I didn't say much to my uncle or cousins.
I mean, what can I say? Offer my condolences? What good does that do? They've heard it from almost everyone else in the room... they don't need to hear it another time. It's not like it will bring her back. Being there is good enough.
Perhaps.
Anyway, I felt really sorry for my cousin, Ellen. The thing is, she just came from overseas from getting her masters. What made it really painful to hear was the fact that she was rushed to NY without knowing that her mom already passed. She was told about it after she got off the plane... Imagine not seeing your mother in her final hours one last time, and being told about it right after you arrive.
Whatever I'm going through is nothing compared to what she's feeling. It showed. She was bawling on and on... it just broke my heart seeing that.
My aunt looked very cold. Stiff, broken, but unusually peaceful. It seemed like she would move any second now... but I know she wouldn't. When I saw her last at the hospital, I held her hand. She grasped mine hard before I left. I felt a bad vibe right then and there. I should have done something... but I guess these things happen for a reason.
I don't want sound condescending or anything, but I guess it's something that I need to say. For whoever reads this, just know that whatever you are going through, or whatever difference that you and I may have, put that aside and listen. Just be glad you have your health. In the end, all the bickering and bitching about how much you hate your life and how much it sucks doesn't matter. None it matters in the end.
Young Chun Chi; she had it quite hard... she battled breast cancer for 8 years. The body can only take so much. She reached her limit at 9PM, March 20, 2003.
Rest well, Soong Mo.