49 Days

Yesterday the family recognized the 49th day of my father's death. The 49th day observation is a buddhist ritual, but we had the local reverend come to the home and pray and say a few words. The cousins, aunties, and uncle came over for dinner. The best part was the chance to relive our childhood memories again, through pictures. One of the gifts my father left for us was the collection of pictures of all of us during our younger years. The 49th day observation, while bittersweet, became a source of happy memories.