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Hi gang. I have returned to the sunny California. Thank you for all the kind words and support you have given me the past few weeks as I went through all sorts of things. Oh hey, if you want to see some pictures from my mom's wake and funeral, head on over to the memorial page on my personal blog at OakMonster.com. It was interesting to describe the Thai funeral proceeding to American friends. "What do you mean, 8 days of wake?" and "Why are you wearing black and white (and gray) for 50 days again?" But they were very understanding. With my mom's funeral, we were going with traditions. The traditional Thai Buddhist funeral with a bit of twist here and there. We shorten the traditional 8-day wake and double up the chanting 2 nights to make up for lost time in order to have a cremation on Sunday, a more convenient day for guests to attend. We skipped the traditional favor of a memorial book not only because we didn't have much time, but also because my mom didn't like the idea. Thai memorial books are usually a few pages of eulogy, some words from the family and pictures. And then the rest are usually some kind of a useful guide. My mom had passed along one that was a yoga instructional book. For my princess grandmother's funeral, it was a gardening guide as gardening was her hobby. There was even a family cookbook. Clearly, some of these are useful and handy to have, but my mom had always thought that they should be giving out something more practical. "Why don't they ever give out something we can actually use? You know, like an umbrella, or something," she once said. And therefore, at her cremation ceremony, you guessed it, we gave out umbrellas. Americans have their own way of dealing with funerals too. And a lot more liberal at that than us Thais. Not everyone is doing the same thing here. Some can be highly religious while some went with their own arrangements. Some gets buried they same way us Thais might have seen in television series and movies, and some gets unceremoniously cremated and scattered, or, in the case of the gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, shot out of a cannon. Some Americans are very serious about how they are "going out" and have all their wishes binded in living wills. After the brouhaha that was Terri Schiavo and her rights to live/die, many more start to consider a legal path to their death. My husband and I had talked about ours. Yes, early in our 30s we are already discussing our deaths. We're not morbid, just, well, prepared. Although we haven't had anything legalized, but we know how we want to go and how we want our bodies dealt with. And I had mine posted on the internet somewhere as a back up plan in the meantime. Heh. Pretty much, we want to be unplugged after one week if there is absolutely no hope, enough time to say goodbye. We want our body parts farmed out as much as possible to save other lives and then cremated. He wants his ashes scattered at his parents' house in the mountains of New Mexico. I want mine there as well as in Thailand where my mom is at, and if possible, a little bit over the LA Coliseum so I may continue to watch the USC Trojans football team. Neither one of us want a sad funeral. He wants a memorial service/wake that is more like a party. My family would want me to go the religious way, but at the end of the whole ordeal, if we can even have that in California, I want a party at the end too. And someone had better be drunk in my honor! But hey, I digress. :) My mom didn't have anything like that laid out for us. We just went with what we know and what we think she'd like. Like the umbrellas, we know she doesn't want her remains split up. As in, she doesn't want us to keep any part of her ashes like we did with princess grandmother. She also doesn't want my brothers to ordain for her. Some Thais do that once in their lifetime, usually to generate good karma for their dead parents. The length could be the convenient 3 days to the full lent season of a few months. "If you don't really want to ordain, then the karma is moot," mom once said. "So unless you want to do it yourself, don't be forced into monkhood thinking it's going to be good for me." An involuntary monkhood is more offensive to her than no ordaining at all. Therefore, my unmarried brother didn't ordain. Also, we know mom didn't want to be kept on tubes and life support. She had witnessed many in her life that she wishes not to be one. We had all the intentions to follow her wishes. "Not even for me," I told my dad. I knew of some people who kept loved one alive just for the family members to all be at bedside. I didn't want that for my mom. My dad agreed. But ever the gracious lady, never ever wants to cause anyone problems or inconvenience--as Thais would call it, kreng jai--mom made it easier on all of us as she quietly and peacefully passed away. Maybe it's a jinx, or maybe it's unlucky talk, but having discussed our deaths in advance, makes it easier for our loved ones we left behind. We won't be sticking them with tough decisions that will affect them for the rest of their lives. I'm not saying that ones could still live guilt-free even with written directives, but it makes it easier. My husband's best friend had to watch his mom died a few months before my mom passed away. After a long struggle, while coherent, she signed a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) order and made clear she wanted off the tubes. Even though he wasn't the doctor who took the tubes off, he, a medical student, was the one pronouncing her time of death. He had told his wife that there is still a part of him that thinks he killed his mother. Death of loved ones, planned or unplanned, is never going to be easy. But at least we are talking about it instead of hiding from it. We may never be completely ready for death, but at least by talking about it, we won't be so afraid. |
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