But I did eventually wake up at 2pm, and 10 minutes later, I'm in front of my computer. I haven't brushed my teeth or washed up yet, but it feels like I could care less about that right now. It's a beautiful dark day, and I'm gonna enjoy being a slob as long as I can. However, slobdom will have to be cut short as I'll have to leave for Seremban in about 2 hours.
It's approaching All Saints Day in the Catholic world, and every year we make a pilgrimage south to my dad's hometown, Land of Char Siew Paus. My grandmother never fails to give us a call when November approaches. At 81, she's got tremendous memory and energy. She gets everything done: she makes sure the flowers are there, the candles are enough and the family members are present. Sometimes I wonder how the family will continue to stick together when she (touchwood) is gone. It's a morbid thought, but one that never really escapes my mind. My grandmother was very sick earlier this year, and I struggled with the possibility of losing her.
The annual journey to Seremban during All Saints Day is in memory of my grandfather, my dad's dad. I never knew him as he died 7 months before I was born. He was, according to my relatives, the easy going one to my grandma's nagging, domineering personality. Sometimes as I stand there in the graveyard, with my relatives reciting prayers from the Rosary, I often stare at his picture and wonder how it would be like if he had lived long enough for me to have seen him. He could have been my Favourite, as I am not particularly close to any of my grandparents. He could have been a lot of things which I would never find out.
It's Halloween tomorrow people, another synonym for All Saints Day. Have fun with your costumes and don't forget to say a little something for those that have lived and past with the years.