My grandma was buried just 10 cm above my grandpa's body. His coffin is still there despite it being damaged or denatured. A pretty good dead man's chest aye.. It has been 6 years since his death. My mom told me that the soil there was dry and so the coffin could long-last <perhaps?>
It was a clear day. Luckily it didnt rain because during my grandpa's burial day, it was raining cats and dogs. It was dirty im telling you. PERIOD.
I saw some couple of relatives shedding tears. I became emotional too though. Im not the type of person who can cry easily in real-life situations but I joined the grief in mourning my grandma's death.
Nyama's coffin
<sorry; narcistic time, its rare for me to hold a huge camera like this.. its not mine...--">
putting down the coffin.
burying the tomb w/ soil
flower-ing.
me w/ piuro
After the ceremony, we went to eat at Nelayan Restaurant
the quail/pigeon/ dove/ i dunno.. the thing is it is burung dara.
sorry..carried away.. LOL..
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