In Chinese tradition, on the third day after a burial, family members must visit the grave. We did it this morning at 5am. We prayed together for my Grandma and just after the sunrise, we went back to town.
Later on this afternoon, we took the flight back to Surabaya. That was when I realized, how much I miss my Grandma. I lost one honest and committed Grandma who would always bless me before my every trip. I missed someone who would ‘worry’ of me – a little too much sometimes.
She is heaven now. I took a photo of the sky of her hometown. She is there and smiling at us!
I miss you, Ah Ma!