My grandfather passed away on the 8th of October. My father went to the hospital immediately after he got a call in the morning at 5 a.m. . He came home at a quarter before 6 and told me what had happened to my grandfather. I was devastated during the moment where he told me the news. I had to leave for school because there was an exam going on.

          I came home after school ended and attended his funeral. There was surprisingly many relatives of mine who came on that very day. It was a truly sad moment for the ones who are close to him. Many had cried when they saw the body of my grandfathers in the coffin placed in my house.

          The funeral went on for 4 days. We followed according to the Chinese tradition where the are rules to follow. We were only allowed to wear a white t-shirt and a long black cotton pants that were provided for each and everyone of his children and grandchildren. Washing our hair and eating meat was not allowed too.

          On the very last day of the funeral where all relatives and friends witness the cremation of my grandfather, everyone was crying. This was my first time attending a funeral and although my brothers and I were not really close to him, we still cried for him because he means someone very important in our lives