Today is a day of many firsts… Today is the first time I’ve carried a casket, the first time I was in a funeral procession, and the first time I’ve been in a cemetery.
Caskets are heavy. And “Uncle Do” only weighed probably no more than 120lbs. Sheesh, if it was anyone else, I’d probably loose an arm or worse drop the casket.
“Uncle Do” is the second person I know who died of cancer. He was a good man, who smiled more than not, and he managed to fight it for 10 years, but in the end God called him away. Very sad… I always thought that Asians are immune to cancer.. I guess I was wrong ( by “immune” I mean, less likely to get…. idiot ).
After the funeral, it made me think… When I die, I don’t want to have a “Wake”. I find that to be very creepy. I do not want my body laying there dead and people coming up to me and prodding me and stuff. I also don’t want a funeral procession, cus I don’t want anyone to go to the cemetery. Just set me on fire and flush me down the toilet or something… Yea that may sound shocking to you, but I think that way because I do not see death as an “end”. I see my life on earth, and physical existence, as just one step in the life that God gave us. There is more to come after death. Besides, death is eminent. We all have to die, eventually…
The way I see it, if you lived a good life, and gave more than you’ve taken, you shouldn’t be afraid of death because when you die, God will repay you 10, 100, 10000, folds what you gave here on earth…