When breathing turns into air, perhaps only memories remain.

Sep 24, 2025#日常 #生活漫谈33

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A few days ago, I received the news from my dad that my grandmother had passed away. It felt surreal, especially since I had just seen her in good health during a video call. This was the third funeral I attended this year, and it was relatively simple, held after her burial due to local customs. My grandmother enjoyed lively gatherings, though it's uncertain if this would have felt lively to her. The funeral had its complications, but they were handled quickly. After the meal and as people dispersed, only memories remained, along with the house she lived in.

A few days ago, early in the morning, Dad called to say that Grandma had passed away. In the half-awake state just after getting up, this sudden bad news left my mind blank for a moment. After that, I booked a train ticket home for that day.

To be honest, while reflecting on the train, it all felt somewhat unreal. Just not long ago, during a video call, she seemed to be in good health.

Time is always merciless, pushing people to move quickly.

This is the third funeral I have attended this year, and it is also a relatively simple one. Due to local circumstances, the banquet and other matters were held after Grandma was buried. Grandma liked lively gatherings; I wonder if this would count as lively for her.

There were also complicated situations at the funeral, especially locally. It was inevitable that there would be small incidents, but they could all be dealt with quickly.

After the banquet ended, people dispersed. From then on, aside from the house where Grandma lived, perhaps only memories remain.