Chinese new year is spent with loved ones and visiting relatives. I celebrated my own way. I went to visit my parents at the Catholic cemetary. The gates were locked so I watched pathetically from outside. Then I went to the Thai Buddhist temple Wat Chayamangkalaran to visit my grandparents and great grandparents. It’s been a tradition for as long as I can remember. My mum used to tell me to go visit them during CNY. I carried on the tradition.
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March 5, 2015 at 22:17
Hope your heart is lighter now?
February 26, 2015 at 01:45
Reblogged this on Angie Mc's Reblog Love and commented:
Visiting deceased relatives. Tiffany explains, “I carried on the tradition.”
February 25, 2015 at 12:18
Thank you. I usually feel a lot better after I share my heavy heart on the blog. Thank you
February 24, 2015 at 23:45
Yes, it falls on us to maintain their last places of rest. In le Père-Lachaise (where my little sister is buried, along with a few relations) you walk along the graves of the unknown and those from the late 19th-early 20th century are abandoned. Most of them. Which makes sense: past grandchildren, no-one remembers anymore. My brother and I are the only ones left who remember our grandfather, but our children didn’t know him. Hmmm. Strong stuff. 🙂 Take care. Be bad. 🙂
February 24, 2015 at 10:13
Yes. It is true. It is the few things I dont mind maintaining 🙂