Currently it’s the Qing Ming month in Chinese lunar calendar, and it’s the tradition of many Chinese to pay a visit to graves of deceased ancestors and burn incense and joss sticks to them during the month. It is the tradition of my family too, to two destinations, first is my grandpa’s grave at Hokkien Cemetery, Cheras, and another one is my mom’s one at Nirvana Memorial Park, Semenyih.
We didn’t decide to go early because we are worried by traffic jam caused by more people going in early morning. So, the consequence is that there is no traffic jam at all which is good, but we are going to stand under the scorching heat from the sun in the afternoon for few hours. Umbrella is our best friend at the time. Going down to my grandpa’s grave is quite difficult with the need to climb down a steep slope. Ooppss…I accidentally stepped on an improper grave which I thought that it’s only an empty land there. Sorry for that…
Then, it’s quite a far journey from there to Nirvana Memorial Park, so called the world largest memorial park. It is huge, scenic and beautiful there, and so every plot of land on sale is very costly. It’s serious traffic congestion leading up to the park there, beginning with a temple for Dai Bak Gong and a long dragon sculpture, the icon of the park. As the park is very huge, we have to find the section where my mom’s grave is located. At last, found it! Mom, it’s me…Time to settle all those traditional works; preparing oranges, food, tea, white wine and burning joss sticks, red candles, and incense which includes many paper-made gold and a box of stuff like car, handphone, shirts, etc to my mom. It’s a bit not environmental-friendly but tradition has to be followed somehow.
Yes, finally finished all those stuff, and we have the time to look at the others, especially those with firecrackers explosion that caught our attention. It’s very hot under the bright sun and it’s time to leave. Ohh..it’s already over 2pm, and I just reached home and took bath at 4pm. My body and shirt is full of smell of ashes and even my hand is hurt by the falling hot ashes from joss sticks. More than half of the day is gone for this traditional thing. Luckily, it’s only once in a year.