Catching a flight during Holy Week in the Philippines is difficult. I am keeping track of my mother’s travel to Auntie M’s wake in Cebu via SMS and overseas calls. God she was a very cool aunt; loyal to my philandering uncle til the very end. She had a flair for smart fashion. I wonder how did she look like before she made her final exit. She was once facetious, “I want to be buried wearing my electric red lipstick.”
Whether she’s getting what she wanted or not, I do not yet know. The latest update that popped into my pc instead says Mama (who arrived at 4 AM today) and Auntie M’s daughters are in a hair saloon. I am convinced they are having fun despite the occasion that brought them together. Girls will be girls, funeral or not. And I’m stuck jealous in Bangkok. So what else is there to do but snap the weekend away.
</ href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK6_mDRKdF0/SeHYg-OhQmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bXRCPK2RARE/s1600-h/DSC00200+copy.jpg" This is my urn and the clay base of my reading lamp. Auntie M is not headed for the crematorium though, but going down a vault. And my urn is where I sometimes store candies.
I dug into drive C and found another relative shot. I went with colleagues to the Grand Palace to pay our respects to HRH Princess Galyani. Her lying in state put an interim lull to the 2008 political protests. Isn’t it sweet what princesses do even in death?
Apparently not a mausoleum; it’s only the Bangkok skyline portraying my thoughts and mood this weekend – a spaghetti mix of dark and sparks. I imagine streaks of Auntie M’s lipstick reflected in the electricity that powers the lights. They beckon life to move on.