[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Lì Wu’s Service - Chicago, IL
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Using the small of her back, I usher Jane into our row and my dad gives her a big hug and it's not long before the three of us are all blubbering. We try to keep things light and joke with each other, but we end up with tears streaming down our faces and weird smiles. The service is starting, my dad and I are ushered to our places as incense is lit.

The service goes well, anyone who spoke tried to keep it lighthearted, something my mother would have loved to see. Since the chapel is on grounds, we are already at the cemetery. We're led to a small hill where my sister had been buried in 2015. Jane is already sobbing before we make it to the grave site and I'm holding her, trying to console her and ignore that I want to start sobbing too. This was the hard part for Kiki's funeral and I'm sure it hasn't gotten easier in the last 9 years. Kiki's small gravestone is decorated with fresh flowers, matching the rest that Cass had gotten for the service. There are a few more words said before we're directed to turn our backs to the grave site as my mom is lowered. 

I loose it then, after we turn away, and a clamp my hand over my mouth as each sob wracks me. I almost trip turning my back, my dad and Jane have to catch me to keep me from falling. I can tell Jane wants to console me somehow, but she knows I prefer not bringing attention to myself in these moments. Instead, I look down, staring at an acorn that just just inches from my foot. Jane and my dad have to pat me to let me know that the service had ended.


[hider=Disclaimer] I'm not Chinese nor have I experienced a Chinese service, so please forgive me if anything is offensive [/hider]