before i slept last night i called shoty. he's the only one of the 3 of us who was able to go home and visit mama since my sister and i were stuck working. lala yin and papa were disappointed we couldn't go and so are we. i was looking forward to a graveside reunion with cousins and share scary stories with the younger ones to keep them awake for the rest of the night.
my brother said that it feels very unnerving that he's now visiting mother in the cemetery instead of another relative.
so i decided to go home next week and visit my mom. it's nice to visit just after all saints day since the cemeteries won't be so crowded. it will already be clean by then and the graves would still be sparkling white (most of it are painted white). my brother said that we should buy the lot being sold next to ours. but none of us have any money to buy it. i joked that we couldn't even buy our own house and lot; and yet we're gonna buy a cemetery lot! that cracked me up somehow.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. - Isaac Asimov
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