R.I.P. Conception Inciong

yesterday was the funeral procession/mass for grandma ning. it was.. powerful. i think seeing the pictures of them as young adults is the most breathtaking. wow she was beautiful. without sparking anything scandalous, she looks like my good friend jazzy. i tried not to cry. i sat by myself, away from the family. its hard seeing a grown man try to fake happiness in the midst of his family. they say he's ok when he's near other people, but when he's by himself he just cries. i sat off to the side, and instead of watching the mass, i looked at him. i could see his thoughts. too deep to make out the words, but the feeling was all there. i didn't cry. i asked my other grandpa, what he thought he was going through. interesting to hear a perspective to someone who is so close to it.

you must accept that everyone dies.. and thats it.