I attended the funeral of a distant relative of mine—a cousin of my dad actually—after so much consideration earlier this morning. Honestly, I never have the chance to know my own uncle—or whatever I have to call him, because he was a cousin of my dad who seemed to have quite a close bond with the siblings of my dad. May he rest in peace. Condolences to his family—his wife and his five kids. Be strong, all that is alive will soon die. It is just a matter of time.
However, it becomes intriguing that distant relatives only have the chance to meet each other after so many freaking years in times when there is a funeral. I met a lot of relatives from my dad's side today of which I have never knew they even exist. Funny, how relationships develop when a soul is lost. God has its own tricky way to connect people—through discoveries and loses. It gets even funnier when I could detest those distant cousins I have only meet for the first time today so freaking much, it does not hurt for me to say that maybe it will be better than we could never meet again.
On a brighter note, I finally know that my dad has relatives from all around Malaysia—he has relatives from almost every state in this country. It is interesting to just quietly sit some place and listen to all those relatives communicate to each other in all those different dialects. Like an awkward harmony—like a synchronize rhythm.
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