Tuesday, January 30, 2007
bouts of reminiscence hit me, and it feels like the entire funeral affair was just days ago. the image of my grandpa in the coffin keeps slipping into my mind, when all i really want to remember is the one in the wheelchair, on the hospital bed, at home.
xu wei lun passing away so abruptly has really gotten to me.
can you imagine a world where death is merely a form of really serious illness? and not as final as it is now. now, when one is dead, we are suddenly not allowed to touch him/her, and the body (no longer refered by name, but known as a body) is encased totally and make-up is applied, to slow down rate of decay. it is all so morbid. the chinese customs are morbid. having to look at someone you've looked at since birth in an entirely different way, looking totally differently and fake and having to have that image permanently etched in your mind.
although some customs do give the grieving some thing to keep our minds busy with, like folding as many paper money as possible.
to another world. is that really how it works?
if any of you guys have read the billboard about death. i read it while sitting at the bus-stop alone, and it choked me up.
maybe cloning isn't such a bad idea after all, it does pose a possible solution to this never-ending trauma of being afraid to have someone die. i'm not as afraid of death, more so of having to witness it happen to anyone else.
xu wei lun passing away so abruptly has really gotten to me.
can you imagine a world where death is merely a form of really serious illness? and not as final as it is now. now, when one is dead, we are suddenly not allowed to touch him/her, and the body (no longer refered by name, but known as a body) is encased totally and make-up is applied, to slow down rate of decay. it is all so morbid. the chinese customs are morbid. having to look at someone you've looked at since birth in an entirely different way, looking totally differently and fake and having to have that image permanently etched in your mind.
although some customs do give the grieving some thing to keep our minds busy with, like folding as many paper money as possible.
to another world. is that really how it works?
if any of you guys have read the billboard about death. i read it while sitting at the bus-stop alone, and it choked me up.
maybe cloning isn't such a bad idea after all, it does pose a possible solution to this never-ending trauma of being afraid to have someone die. i'm not as afraid of death, more so of having to witness it happen to anyone else.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:04 AM.
