Great grandma, rest in peace.

Great grandma just celebrated her 100th day death anniversary six feet under. To most, she died peacefully on her bed at the age of 99. But, deep down inside, she awaited her death everyday. Thats her confession to me last Chinese New Year. She never stopped grumbling about her fugly life. Diabetes at the age of 70, both legs amputated at the age of 80, never stepped outside of the house for 20 years and became senile at the age of 97. No one's life is as fugly as hers. I agree very much.

Anyway, its a tradition for my family to have a family dinner on our relative's 100th day death anniversary. Eating, as usual is the ultimate activity we do to commemorate our relative's 100th day death anniversary. These big family dinners which I usually attend are always organized by my aunty. It goes the same for my mother's family too.

But something else bothered me during these dinners. Who in my generation will iniate these family dinners in the future when my aunty's generation has gone six feet under? Although I have a big family, but the cousins that I barely know is relatively more than the cousins I keep in touch now. Most of them are distant and the worst thing is, I do not even recognize them.Is my family ripping apart someday?