Yet another funeral to attend...the fourth one in the past twelve months. I didn't know the person who died, but I knew part of his family. Close family friends. Only right that I go.
My dad was talking to a friend of mine--one of the grandchildren--just last Sunday. My friend was okay with the idea of his death, and saw it as maybe the best thing considering the circumstances. Should he come out of his coma, he would be an invalid. According to him, his grandfather was very hardheaded and valued his independence. He had once "slugged a doctor" who had come into his hospital room to see how he was doing.
I've never been to a Christian funeral before. They've all been Buddhist. Japanese Buddhist. This man was Chinese. Different faiths have different views on death. I wonder...
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