Remembering…
Once in awhile, we gather as a family at the cemetery to pay respects to those gone. Our second uncle since 1997. Various grandparents starting in the early 2000s. It was one of those mornings. At 10am, we drove through the dreary fog of Daly City to Colma, home of more dead than living. Did the usual burning of incense.
I remember the first funeral I’d ever been to. I felt so guilty for not letting the tears overwhelm me. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel sad… I think my body just didn’t know how to react.
