We spent the weekend mourning the death of one of our grandmothers. We weren’t related by blood and I wasn’t really that close with her but my mother and my grandmother were. They shared a great past together. It turns out that after emigrating from the province, they were the ones who offered shelter to my grandmother here in Manila way back in the 60’s.
Anyway, it wasn’t really a sad and dark weekend despite the death. There were a bit of crying here and there but overall, the atmosphere was still pleasant. I’m not sure how it is with other families but for us, funerals serve as our reunion. Since we don’t get that much funerals (hopefully, we still won’t), we don’t get to see some of our relatives for a very long time.
Last Saturday, I got to meet some of my cousins for the very first time. Neither of us knew of each other’s existence. It was fun meeting them since of all the cousins I’ve met, they were the only ones whom I felt really ‘connected’ with. It’s probably because they were also anti-social like me. After hearing them admit that they do have a world of their own, I immediately felt ‘at home’ with them. Haha… “We really must be relatives." I said to myself.
It was unfortunate though that I wasn’t able to mingle with them longer today as we were seated separately during most of the event. But still, it’s good enough that I get to meet and talk with them the other day. These are the times when I regret not having a Facebook account.
I guess I’ll just see them again after someone else dies.
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