On the second day of the wake, we went to the temple to choose where to place my Mum's urn. Dad said the temple was fated, and I believed it. The undertaker recommended a temple in which both Dad and Mum visited twice before and loved. It was about a ten minute walk from my future house. When I visited it, and the columbarium, I knew my Mum would love it. It was serene, beautiful and clean.
Later that day, Auntie, Mum's sister, asked about the columbarium and she said she visited the Taiwan counterpart of the temple. It was a wonderful and peaceful place. Thus, the family decided to visit the Buddhist Monastery in Taiwan. There was also P's birthday and Father's Day coming up. Can one grieve and celebrate at the same time?
In some ways, it was nice to take a family trip together - to try and fulfill wishes she could not. To fly away, take trains and buses and maybe try and outpace grief. To look upon a different sky.
On the first night, I had the most peaceful dream of my Mum I could remember. She was here with us. And this was only the start.
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