The cremation is never easy. I cannot watch when the coffin is lifted, the doors open and for a moment there I feel as if i can hear, that roar of fire, see the flames that engulf and burn everything to ashes. Where we return to what we were made from.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
On the last leg of a journey in life, some assistance, a moment of pain and all that's left are photographs of the past.
I apologize for the raw pain and graphic emotions. There comes a point in time where I look at the way I live and I've been so irresponsible with life, I wish it were me taking that last journey. But of course, I have much more to complete, to fulfil as duties before I speak so freely of relieving myself of these worldly cares.
So then there was a lunch. Sharing a meal with family, even amidst the pain of loss, has great significance for me. I don't know if this is a new tradition that's gaining in popularity these days but I think it sort of helps with a proper closure.
Ban Heng at Blk 22, Bendemeer Road.