
My grandma's wake was held at her house. It is already a tradition in our family to hold wakes at her house for those close relatives living within the neighborhood. When my grandma's casket arrived from the funeral place, I was teasing my grand-aunt about hearing my grandma calling out her name. They were really close and she's the one who took care of my grandma day in, day out. I was laughing quietly. I didn't know my sister wanted to take me aside to castigate me for laughing while my grandma's casket was being brought inside the house. Until she remembered that I have that weird habit.
I think it's my self-defense. It's my way of coping with the situation. I don't like death in the family. Who does? Since I can't escape the reality, I deal with it in my own way. Thus, the weird habit.







