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  • My grandma left us in late January, on the Chinese New Year Eve.

    At that time my mom was spending the new year holiday with my dad's family in Thailand, and I was going through job interviews in the US. I learned the news when I called my mom to tell her that I got the job offer.

    A few days later, my mom went to Chongqing, her hometown, to arrange the funeral affairs. I Facetimed with my family, and witnessed the funeral from the other side of the world.

    According to the local custom, we would buy a lot of "goods" made of paper, and burn it away so that my grandma would receive it in the other world. My aunt asked what I'd buy for my grandma. I said I'd buy a house. So they bought a paper house. My mom also added some paper "US dollars" on my behalf.

    It was a very short and modest funeral. No one gave a speech. No one wrote any essay to memorized my grandma's virtue. Very few people attended. In fact, there were only her three children and their spouses. All her grandchildren were doing something else on that day. And my grandpa for some reasons didn't want to attend.

    After they buried my grandma's ashes, they went to the backyard and burned everything to heaven.
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