My first dinner after my Ah Kong’s funeral truly was quite exquisite. It did not do all I needed to feel better, but I can say it did raise my family’s morale a wee bit. I loved everything I had during the meal. The tuna, the starter… It seemed poetic. We who love and live by our food, would celebrate the ending of life and the loss by having food.
I’ve decided that I would like for my funeral, just one thing. Good food. Where my friends and family can gather to eat, drink and laugh. Laugh for their continued living and laugh for maybe I’ve found a better place. But mostly, laugh and celebrate the life I’ve lead, however imperfect it may be.
Its a little late, this post. But somehow. I couldn’t post it… not until now at least.