Angels lined the road leading to the crematorium. Was it to bid a final farewell to Mum or to welcome her back to their folds? I have never seen so many angels before, not that I have seen any until now. They looked exactly like the angels that had led Mum up during the prayer session just before Mum passed on – serene faces and an all encompassing radiating white aura.
The hearse arrived at the Batu Gantong Crematorium at 2pm. Relatives and friends had already gathered there after adjourning from the Funeral Mass. The Prayer Group from the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit sang hymns in preparation for Mum’s cremation that was followed by blessings with the Holy Water by a lay minister. The minister then led the mourners round the casket as a final sign of respect and farewell.
Peter, my cousin, held me up to see Mum for one last time. I was totally overcame by sorrow and cried and cried. That was the last time I will ever see Mum. The Prayer Group from the Church of the Holy Name of Jesus recited Hakka hymns as the casket was wheeled into the crematory. When the heavy metal door to the crematory clanged shut, I can only pray that Mum will be happy and well wherever she had gone to. Farewell Mother….. until we meet again.
