Today is Aba Jang's 40th day after he left us. Yesterday, a few of us went to the Anglican cemetery in Batu Kitang to lit up candles for him. Though it was raining the whole day, we decided to carry on with our plan to go there. We arrived at the cemetery around 3.30pm and there were quite a number of cars parked along the road. Must be a funeral.
It was cold and wet out there, luckily I brought my sweater jacket. We walked from our cars, passing by tombstones after tombstones. Stopping for a few seconds when Mom, Mak Yi and Mak Kok saw familiar ones. We even stop to look at nice tombstones for ideas for Aba Jang's.
A funeral had already ended by the time we reached the graveyard. An Iban family just lost their grandmother / aunty / sister. A 50 year old lady. May God bless her soul. We moved quietly as possible, ignoring them as we searched. It took a while to look for him. "Aba Jang, dini alai dik?", I called out softly. Almost instant, Lila found him..

Mom saw two candles had already been lit. We cleared out old candles and rubbish on top of his grave. Mom took out new ones and placed two big candles on both sides of the cross. I lit them up and we started to lit the other candles. It was difficult to make them stand in this rain.




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