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Elder Yu walked away quietly, with a satisfied expression, leaving no will behind.
And I lost another loved one.
His funeral arrangements needed me to take care of, and after much thought, I decided to proceed with a cremation. I used a small portion of my savings to make it happen.
This is my thinking: I remembered our last conversation, and while I don't know how much I can understand from it, I vividly recall his repeated desire to return to the land where he was born and raised. So, I want to bring him back to France, as it is the only thing I can do for him.
He will definitely understand the use of cremation, although it is cruel, but it is not to leave him here. I said that I would take him, and one day I will send him back to his homeland. This matter is settled, I am definitely a person of my word.
I choked several times, almost crying out loud, but still endured the pain in my heart...
At the crematorium, I spent a little money to tidy up his appearance. Suddenly, he looked like he had become ten years younger, lying there quietly as if smiling at me. I sat by his side, wishing to hear him speak to me again. It wasn't until the workers told me that it was time for the final process that I came to my senses, realizing what I was doing.
People are like being put in an oven, waiting to be roasted. It's just that the temperature here is too high, or maybe the size of the person is too large. When the sound of the machine operating "roared," a world of flames suddenly rushed in.
I can no longer suppress my emotions, this time I cried uncontrollably... in utter despair, I understand, this is the state of losing a loved one.
I placed his ashes in the small box I had prepared in advance, and walked heavily back on the way. In my heart, I silently repeated countless times: I will find a way to take you back.
Old Yu's death has made me feel even more repulsed by something, and I no longer believe in it. You know what I'm talking about, it's the terrifying faith in the church. These empty words are too deeply ingrained, too capable of destroying a person's will. I used to be a devout believer too, didn't they say we have eternal life? Where is eternal life? Then why did Old Yu still die?
It's all lies, I no longer believe in these things. I think only weak and incompetent people would do such things, real strong people wouldn't believe in them. I have to make myself strong. That's what I thought at the time.
I stayed in my own place for three days, not eating, not drinking, not going to work, covering my head with a blanket, motionless, as if paralyzed there. On the night of the fourth day, I couldn't hold on any longer. I told myself, I can't just collapse like this. I have to live on, live on...
So, exhausted, I stumbled and accidentally found myself at the door of a small tavern. I wanted to eat meat and drink heavily.
I found a place to sit down, just wanting to have a big meal. Every table was occupied, with groups of three or five, some in pairs, all talking about different topics. This is where people's real lives are, where you can see a person's true face.
"Do you see that skinny guy across from us, the one with sunken cheekbones? He comes almost every day, shameless really, getting poked in the spine, living a really stifled life!"
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