ah gong.

ytd afternoon left work early to rush back for prayer session at amk. changed into the attire again, wore socks, clipped on blue cloth, dian xiang, and waited for the prayer session. it was all in hokkien. we went through 4 rounds of praying and walking. the people who talked to the different deities started chanting, calling our names, saying ah gong's house address, chanted lots of things that i don't understand at all, and we had to get to our feet, kneel, bow, stand up, kneel, bow, 4 times. had to walk around ah gong's coffin. the 'ppl' held a paper lattern and led us the way. they said that lattern was to light up the road for ah gong to follow, and we, sons, daughters, grandchildren, follow behind him, meaning to see him off. different prayer session, though the starting is always the sam, got to pray to the deities first, and chant a lot of the same thing, but each session later on talked about different things. i remembered on the third prayer session, when we finished walking behind the lattern, the guy 'talked' to ah gong, telling him, he was at street dono what, that his house would be there. blahblah. sigh. my san gu gu cried a lot when the guy consoled us in a chanting way, telling us as grandchildren what we should do, as his sons and daughters, what they should do, blahblah. san gu gu was the most emotional. there were a few times i couldn't take it, and i of cos sobbed silently.

that very night, we brought all the bags of hell notes that we folded into shapes of yuan bao, along with ah gong's mansion, silver mountain, gold mountain, and all the boxes of jeweleries (of cos all made of paper) out to a place where we were going to burn them all.

to be continued...

too much to say. nightnight.

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