After hearing an information that one of my relatives's gone, I immediately got back to my hometown to attend a funeral. It was weird for me, since I've never even met her in my entire life. She was 95-year-old, I wore my suits for the first time in 3 years or so, surrounded many relatives that I don't know who's who. I checked out many displays in the hall where the funeral took place. Buddhism things, candles here and there and fruits such as banana and melon. I've been several funerals before though, it was the first time to see the fruits. The style of funerals in this country deeply depend on their religions, areas they live and even their personal intention before they died. 'Life's always hard.' I just told myself.
Well, I'll see my grandmother tomorrow :)