So, we visited a relative’s funeral earlier. My grandma’s sister died of cancer. I only know her by name, but we never saw her when me and my siblings were growing up. Still, I felt sad. Her husband is British, and he seems nice when he greeted us. I wanted so much to tell him my condolences, even if he doesn’t know me, but I just said “Hello..” It saddens me to think that maybe it is really hard for him right now, and that he can’t even talk to any of us for too long because we are the Filipino relatives of his wife, and the language barrier is clearly there. After saying hello and giving us a warm smile, he left and went back to their bedroom.
I just want to share coz I’ve been thinking about it since we got home. I realized that Neil Gaiman is right when he said, “I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
I don’t like funerals. It’s making me sad all the time. I don’t like that I can’t find the right words to say.. But I know I have to be there to pay my respect and say my last goodbye.
