Sunday began quietly with a visit to the temple.
I met the priest, set the date for my mom’s one-year prayer and paid the booking fees.
There was a bittersweet weight to it, arranging this ceremony myself, because those whom my late mom and sister had lovingly cared for over the years weren’t present in the way I had hoped.
Nothing was followed through.
Anyways, though it hurt, I realized the strength I’ve gained doing it myself even when others fall short.
After the temple, I drove to Klang to visit my relatives. Breakfast was chai and biscuits, shared laughter and stories.
Lunch was at Spicy Cuisine, filling and comforting, followed by a lazy afternoon of curling up in a chair, dozing off and waking up again and again only to see the rest still sharing stories of yesteryears! :))
Soon, it was time for me to leave. A long drive back home. There were moments of quiet reflection and moments of joy as we planned our next get-together. Tight hugs and wishing well, I left.
Later, I stopped by Muji to pick up the last items for my Nepal trip ie flannel overcoats, some inners and some cozy socks. This short stop was like a little celebration of warmth for the journey ahead.
The day ended with a sense of fulfillment.
Even though my family didn’t step up as I had wished, I found joy in the act of devotion itself. I had honored my mom in my way, surrounded by small pleasures, good food, loving relatives, a little shopping and quiet reflection.
Sometimes, love can be imperfect, heavy but unwavering.
And today, I carried it fully.
‘See’ you all in my next blog! :))
