You ain’t no friend of mine.

Tired. Sick.

Still fucking sick.

I can’t believe it.

It started Monday morning and it blossomed into something more.

I took Monday and Tuesday off because I know that I can’t be sick during Uncle’s ceremony and funeral.

Adulting.

It’s about making the big decisions in life.

Adulting.

I had to do it.

It was needed time off, I guess, but I wish I was a little more productive.

But I wasn’t.

I managed to do some work during those two days, but not enough.;

Now, I have a backlog of development to do, but hey, I’m cool as a bird about it.

Cool as a bird.

It was a rainy week.

One of the rainiest weeks in the past few years. It dropped about 5 inches of rain and it happened during the week of Uncle’s funeral.

Overall, the funeral went well. It went smoothly. Nothing out of the norm.

I picked up mom, uncle and auntie from the airport early Wednesday morning and we went directly to the temple, where we stayed for the remainder of the day.

I didn’t get home until 11 at night.

I had to board Pickles because I knew I won’t be home, and I can’t drive home to take him out.

Adulting.

It was a week of adulting.

I had to help 7th Uncle-in-Law run some errands and that was my role at any of these things. I’m on hand to help.

It was a cold day. It was a rainy day.

Cold. Wet.

But it was worth it.

I haven’t seen that side of the family in way too long and it’s unfortunate that this is the reason why I was seeing them again. I was hoping that it would be Chinese New Year’s, but alas, it wasn’t the case.

I’ll be there this year. I made a promise to Great Auntie.

I’ll spend New Year’s Eve with her.

Heartbroken.

Guilty.

More later.

The day of the burial was fine. I had to change my plans because of 14th Uncle and the weather, so we got the cemetery early and didn’t really know where the site was.

Thankfully I found the caravan again.

I did my duty. I was on hand to help.

I passed out the Leisee — the lucky red envelopes.

I had to, not because I was told to, but again, it’s my role. It’s my duty.

It rained hard that morning. It cleared up a bit as Uncle’s casket went down. Then the rain cleared up.

Fitting.

Very fitting.

It was a sad week. The world was crying at his loss and when he was laid to rest, the world rested, as did we all.

Over.

The rest of the afternoon was chauffeuring everyone around after lunch to get their precious dried seafood: sea cucumbers and fish maw.

Then we went back to Great Aunties and chilled.

Man, the guilt I felt when Great Auntie saw me. She missed me so much and thought about me all the time, wondering why I haven’t visited in so long.

Heartbroken.

Pain.

My heart hearts.

I felt so bad.

I’ll try and make more of an effort to go visit this year.

Work should be slowing down and less stressful.

Keeping positive this year.

Keeping things at bay and being handled.

It’ll be good.

It’ll be great.