I was walking with the portrait of him in my hand. We followed it as his wake was on the car.

I chose to place his wake in front of a tree.

Everyone was silent, including me; I didn't cry, but I felt agonizing pain in my heart and the indescribable closeness of my tyan.

I was looking at my reflection in the car window, where I could see his coffin.

My mother was beside me and holding my arms, hugging me.

I don't know where else to run as I face the reality. Some part of me accepted it already, and some part of me was still in denial,...