Gee, what a long day it was yesterday.
In between chanting gibberish that is the Buddhist prayers, I'm totally lost when it comes to the customs we have to follow. I'm thankful for the many nice people around helping us out worrying about logistics and ensuring everything goes on smoothly while we're mourning. I'm not the most religious person but saying my prayers certainly helped instill tranquility in the face of tragedy.
Still, watching my father slowly being placed into the casket was the most heart-wrenching thing I have to endure.
I'm awed and overwhelmed by messages of condolences I've received in the virtual world as well as those in real life. It just goes to how much of a great man my father was before his passing and how large a void he had left in everyone's hearts. Wreaths presented to my father by his friends and families came in by the truckloads throughout the day. There's so many flowers in our yard right now we can easily start a business as a florist. Believe it or not, this was only half of everything.
Alright, I shall leave this entry short, sweet and unsentimental. I'm amazed I still haven't taken time off blogging completely. I shall reply to comments and e-mails only after everything is over, ok? Don't worry. I still have strength to carry on. At least I think I do.
As for now, another long day awaits. The funeral day.