My [maternal] grandma left us last Wednesday on 10pm...

I wasn't much acquainted to her. Maybe because of our language barrier... (I can understand dusun but I can't converse in it...) we scarcely talk whenever my family return to kampong other than shaking hands and exchanging smiles.

But when I see her lying there lifelessly, I wanted to cry... no, wait... I did cried. At that moment, I find it almost unbelievable to see someone I'd known alive all my life to [suddenly] be un-alive. The aunt that took care of her had somewhat seen it coming when my grandma kept mentioning that she saw people who had already died (which made my aunt felt creepy at times).

The next day (Thursday), we returned to kampong. There's already people helping out in the kitchen. I saw many relatives that I didn't know I have. Hmmm... Even though it had been raining (on and off), the whole burial ceremony went well. I've never been to my kampong's cemetery - it was surprisingly quiet and calm there. I also saw my late teacher/uncle's grave there. I thought gloominess would fill the day but I was wrong. My sister told me there were more "gloominess" (ppl crying) during my [maternal] grandpa's funeral. (I didn't attend his funeral).

May her soul rest in peace.

Side story: I wish I had taken photos of the two things that scared me that day. Why oh why did it had to happened in a day? First. At the cemetery, my playful, always-smiling uncle saw a giant millipede and showed it to me. I saw it and walked farther from it. Second. A big (or long?) centipede in this uncle's house. I was very sleepy that night (we returned home midnight)... While I closed my eyes, listening to my mp3 player... half-ly dozed off... then my sister called out to me. I opened my eyes and there's that thing coming towards my way! I freaked out and screamed impulsively... and my uncle came and kill that thing.

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