Sad Morning

I went up the mountain to visit my grandparents this morning. They reside in the Veterans Memorial Hall in YangMingSan National Park. It was a sight to see, man.
Tomb Sweeping day is the national holiday where all families go to their loved ones graves to pay respects. There were so many people there today (Tomb sweeping day is in 2 weeks, so I guess we were all early birds).
There were tables set out where people took turns placing pictures and offerings to their deceased loved ones, as well as burning incense for them. There was also a incinerating chamber down the way where people were burning fake money to send up to their family members in heaven. After it was our turn to set up our offerings table, we went into the building to go visit my grandparents' urns. I don't know the proper term for it but they are sitting side by side in a sealed drawer in their own little urns. I bowed to my grandparents and told them I was there representing my mom and sister as well, and of course my emotional-ass was crying. It was sort of embarrassing because my family doesn't really do the whole crying thing, and I was the only one sniffling in the silent row. They understood. I cried out of sadness for not having had a lot of time with either of my grandparent's. Both of my cousins that were there had grown up having them in the same house, and I was upset to think that I didn't actually know either of them well at all. Nonetheless, the love was there when they were alive, and that's really all I need. It was a really interesting experience because none of this happens when someone dies in the states. I am obviously not describing it well, but with the exception of my grandma's funeral, this was all foreign to me.

Its late.

Love always.