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The funeral lasted for 6 hours
I was told they must not cry so that the deceased could go to heaven. This is a catholic believe.
I only see the Chinese crying. He is 79 and they are equally aged. They parted since they are kids, yet I could felt their love to their brother. . Although the Thais have soft voice, the guy who spoke are was soft and slow, yet they did not cry.
I talked to the Chinese relatives who came all the way from Hong Kong and Macau.
It was a well arranged ceremony, with lots of food for the people while waiting for the following agenda. All the colleagues helped in the hall, serving food, giving out ribbons and flowers, thanking people, giving out souvenirs. They thought of everything. I am so touched with the people who came 4 days consecutive for helping out during the prayers.
It was a catholic church. My first time seeing the statue of Jesus in gold. Thailand style cathedral, looks similar to their temples.
We got the news that the father of a colleague has passed on during the camp in Kau Yai.
I know this colleague on my first day in the Foundation. He speaks a bit of Cantonese but has lost most of it since He doesn't use it in Thailand.
His father sells roasted duck in China Town of Bangkok, since he arrived. He said nobody else could roast duck, it ended in his generation.
He sailed all the way from Guang Dong, to Bangkok. Settled down, and has four kids.
Three brothers are separated because of the poor condition in China. The eldest was 8 was he reached Thailand. The others settled in Macau and Hongkong, having their own families.
This story reminded me of the struggles of most Chinese during the early 20th century when they all fled to continue with their lives. Yes, just to survive.
Have we ever thought of how we manage to survive in our new home without their sacrifices of their original home?
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