When my grandmother was still alive, the extended family only got together three times a year: Chinese New Year, Grandmother's birthday and Christmas (she was a Roman Catholic).
Since she passed away though, we hardly ever get together anymore, except during Qing Beng. How ironic life is. It is not that I miss those times but I feel a sense of pity that without my grandmother to "hold" us together, the extended family would rather be apart to do their own thang.
I wonder how many families are as weird as mine. I know my own family is screwed and that probably contributed to the hostility that have for us. I also feel a pity for this because although I am pissed off with my family, I feel that someone who has no family is nothing. It is the ties and the bond that completes a person.
Since the passing of my grandmother, instead of festive celebrations three times a year, we are gathering at her tomb on Qing Beng, her death anniversary and All Soul's Day. The turn of events is rather weird.
Since she passed away though, we hardly ever get together anymore, except during Qing Beng. How ironic life is. It is not that I miss those times but I feel a sense of pity that without my grandmother to "hold" us together, the extended family would rather be apart to do their own thang.
I wonder how many families are as weird as mine. I know my own family is screwed and that probably contributed to the hostility that have for us. I also feel a pity for this because although I am pissed off with my family, I feel that someone who has no family is nothing. It is the ties and the bond that completes a person.
Since the passing of my grandmother, instead of festive celebrations three times a year, we are gathering at her tomb on Qing Beng, her death anniversary and All Soul's Day. The turn of events is rather weird.
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