Not an Optimal Family Reunion...
The funeral was a Buddhist one, and while I understood the rudiments, if you asked me, I would not be able to explain to you everything that went on. My aunt could not read her whole speech, and my cousin's reading, echoing so close my own sadness, moved me to tears. But there was something beautiful about the monks' chanting and something especially moving and sad when my father and his siblings poured tea and offered rice -- offering my grandmother her first meal in heaven.
It was good to be with my family during this time. And, as one of my cousins noted, it was very remarkable that we were only missing four grandchildren -- my own two siblings and two of my cousins from Germany. We caught up at a family dinner following the funeral.
Almost all of my generation (missing 4), including 2 in-laws & 1 in-law-to-be
Entire family, plus great-aunt & cousin once-removed, missing 4 of my cousins and the photographer (my aunt's husband)