Our maternal grandpa finally properly put to rest

Several days ago on Sister's request, a priest performed an elaborate ceremony to invite our maternal grandfather's spirit to his final resting place in fairy-park where our Mother and Father are buried.  The ceremony included chanting by the temple priest, offerings of food, erection of a plaque bearing our grandpa's name, and burning of offerings that included bags of money, clothing, a car and a house for the afterlife. 

Sister had been wanting to do this for a long time already as Grandpa was not given a decent burial 50 years ago.  I was there to offer moral support to my sister and strangely when the ceremony was being performed by the priest I felt the intensity of the moment and my eyes welled up.  Maybe Grandpa's spirit actually came, who knows?  We are glad this was done because Grandpa actually deserved much more.  For my Sister I think she can now feel happy that she has done what she can for Grandpa. 

  

The Song of the Old Mother

The Song Of The Old Mother by William Butler Yeats

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold. 

Entered by SPeng in memory of Mother