It was somehow the last night of a trip to Taiwan, and I was packing in my hotel room.
Somehow it just occurred to me out of the blue that I should head home to pay respects to dad, and at least spend the last few hours, as much time as I can, with mum.
I was pressed for time, and the travel home was long, and it was close to eleven at night. But I needed to go, I insisted on going. There were others in the room, like my cousin and two uncles, and they tried to convince me not to go .
But I left anyways and rushed home by taxi. It was to my old home, the one with a rooftop garden...
When I got there, I found the place to be empty, deserted for many years.
Where did everyone go?
Standing in the living room, it was when I somehow only realised then that everyone had gone. Dad, mum... everyone who mattered had died already.
What was I rushing for?
What was I going there for?
Why do I still stress myself over rites and rituals and worry myself silly about the need to spend time with people who have already died?
Somehow it just occurred to me out of the blue that I should head home to pay respects to dad, and at least spend the last few hours, as much time as I can, with mum.
I was pressed for time, and the travel home was long, and it was close to eleven at night. But I needed to go, I insisted on going. There were others in the room, like my cousin and two uncles, and they tried to convince me not to go .
But I left anyways and rushed home by taxi. It was to my old home, the one with a rooftop garden...
When I got there, I found the place to be empty, deserted for many years.
Where did everyone go?
Standing in the living room, it was when I somehow only realised then that everyone had gone. Dad, mum... everyone who mattered had died already.
What was I rushing for?
What was I going there for?
Why do I still stress myself over rites and rituals and worry myself silly about the need to spend time with people who have already died?
