On 15 November 1952 my aunt took her first breath of life, and on 15 November 2013 she took her last. That weekend the family adhered to a lot of traditional buddhist customs. It was gruelling, yet very beautiful and melodic - a fitting way to farewell my aunt from this world.
That Monday was the actual funeral.
Kien and I had gone over to see her that Tuesday. We had a really lovely time together. I had left Kien with her while I went and picked up some food for her to have for dinner. When I came back they were laughing and joking, and she commented on how much fun they were having together. It really warms my heart to think that the very last time we all saw each other was a joyous and happy one.