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Death comes naturally with age. I’m feeling really old now.

One of my grandmothers has passed away. This side of the family is not so close to us but I’m not so cold-hearted as to not feel a single thing over the span of the funeral.

It’s during the last day when you truly feel the sense of loss. During the short route when we escorted her, I really felt sad. Maybe the dead doesn’t feel anything, but the living certainly does. So lonely and cold and dark.

During the cremation, I saw my mum trying to hold back her tears. She must be thinking of her parents, the grandparents I always think of every now and then. I think it’s so scary. There’s nothing you can do except to accept the fact that your parents are gone. You stand at the viewing gallery, watch the coffin being pushed into the fire. Then you collect the ashes and put them up for prayers. Life goes on.

It’s such a dramatic process. I don’t know how I can handle it when the time comes.

Life is really too short to have any regrets. Do what you’ve always wanted to do. Tell your loved ones that you love them.