Last weekend, my in-laws stayed overnight for the first time. They usually stay with my brother-in-law, but since he was in Vegas celebrating his wife’s 30th birthday with Celine Dion, mom and dad stayed with us instead. They were in town to pay respects to their loved-ones who have passed away on the day marked as a sort of Chinese Memorial Day. We visitied the cemetery where B’s paternal grandparents rest next to each other. His uncle and great-uncle are also there. There were several other families who seemed to be celebrating the lives of theor family members, with picnics happy talk. As a part of the ritual, food is offered, flowers are site at the grave site, and papers representing fabric and money are burned as an offering to help provide a comfortable afterlife. I’ve only met B’s grandmother who died at the age of 89. She outlived her husband almost 20 years. She was a very sweet tiny little thing. She was very healthy and independent up until she suddenly got tired and ill. I will always remember her cute bob haircut, the beanie she would wear whenever the air conditioning was on, and her comment that there were a lot of black people on TV when we were watching an NBA game. B has shared stories of his childhood that she told him: how very talkative and friendly he was when he was very young. He wouldn’t hesitate visiting the neighbors or going to the local markets to pick out his favorite food,crab…and taking it home…on grandma’s credit! And she was the only member of the family who remembered B’s real birthday! In memory of those who are watching over us now….