I was rudely awakened at about 6:30 am this morning by the sound of fireworks.
It is Ching Ming season, a Chinese festival honouring our departed loved ones. The Hokkien Association cemetery at the back of my house already teeming with cars and people coming to pray at the tombs of their loved ones.
To avoid traffic jam and crowd, my wife and I went in the afternoon to Sendayang Chinese Cemetery at Port Dickson Road near Seremban to pay respect to my departed eldest brother and sister in law.
My father died when I was about 5 years old. My eldest brother had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of a family of 7 siblings plus a youngest brother in my mother's womb. He was 17 years old then.
He passed away in 1996 and his wife about 10 years later.
I missed them very much... my wife and children too. Both my brother and sister in law were very kind to us, like parents to us. They would cook for us our favourate home dishes whenever we went back to hometown to visit them. My brother would make his specialty - "Kao Yok" for us.
I have no more opportunity to express my gratitude and repay their kindness and love for us and to care for them... never ever more.
I missed them very much.....