Early December, I went home for my father's one year thing after his passing away. The Chinese followed the lunar calendar and had a formula to calculate the date where we are to have his one-year thing. Ritually-speaking, it was the day when we bring him home from the crematorium, or the place you place the ashes, and he will sit together, with the ancestors. Not sure how true was that, but anyway, I treat it as a visit.
The morning started with breakfast and we had local breakfast where I get to taste char koay teow and roti canai. And the journey began...
As I had mentioned previously, the trip to the crematorium was always very scenic. The fact that it was located at the outskirt, we passed by paddy field, small woods, subways and some hill-y areas.
There was a suhu who helped with the ritual and I just followed what I was told. I did get an experience of using the toilet in the middle of the cemetery, which was a bit weird when my Mum called for me. I wondered if I should or should not respond. But anyway, the ritual continued till we drove home. And finally, Dad was home. The afternoon were spent visiting a few temples for prayers and I guess, grateful for the year passed by and my Dad was finally home, kind of thing.
That was for the lunar calendar part.
I came back to Singapore shortly after and on the Gregorian calendar anniversary, I finally vet an essay which I thought of writing the along the year. I'm glad I did it after one year and here it is:
It's been a year and many things happened. I cannot tell for sure if it is good or bad - but I'm sure one year has passed...