Last Night Prayers

Today, as i held the incense stick while kneeling down, many thoughts came into my mind. Memories they were. About my father.

My thoughts were interupted constantly as i tried to remain as still, as devoted as the chanting continues.

1) Remember the moth? It came back and flew above us.
2) My cousin was moving here and there more concerned about little flies on the floor and on his clothes than staying quiet and composed.
3) Some were chatting.
4) My uncle was taking photographs.

I saw the incense stick burning away.
Glowing brighter as the wind blows.
I saw the paper house burning away.
With all of us, holding hands, asking Ah Gong to live BIG HOUSE.

Tomorrow, we will bade our final farewell.