Friday, June 05, 2009,
Thursday Trauma (Beautiful in Blue)
I attended my first wake last night. As I walked in, the strong scent of chrysanthemum and empty eyes greeted me. I proceeded to take a peek at her. My mother and brother told me that she was beyond recognition. I was curious. When I saw her, strong sadness overwhlemed me. The silence emanated from her, was terrifying. Her face bore the pain and suffering she had went through. Her eyelids were in shades of deep purple-blue, her face was extremely bloated. It had no signs of the woman that I knew. The once, cheerful lady who wore a pretty smile on her face everytime I saw her. I actually doubted that the woman in there was her at all.
I had a weird habit throughout the entire wake to look at her again everytime I felt that I forgot how she looked like. I wanted her to be etched in my memory and I wanted to remember what that this was how a person will be like when they stop, silence and cold.
The experience was haunting yet comforting.
At least, now I know what it's like.
May God grant you eternal rest and peace
You are missed.
More ice-cream, mister?
8:15 AM
