Funeral ceremony for my aunt. We love her because she is our other mother.

 The long journey is no longer painful, no more pain, no more suffering, auntie. Go be an angel in heaven, no need to know anything about people and this world anymore.
 I have been with auntie since I was a child, living a life of happiness and sadness, mixed together every day.

From now on,
this grandchild will be even lonelier if he goes to the house where he used to hear auntie calling my name, complaining and cursing, but I love auntie so much.

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 When my aunt was still alive, she was loved by her relatives, siblings, and people in the village and community because she was a person who liked to make merit, had a kind heart, but was mean-mouthed, spoke harshly and bluntly. Right is right, wrong is wrong. Many guests came to listen to the monks chant on the second night. When I was in the hospital, 
 I felt very sorry for my aunt. She had a bad stomachache. A terrible illness took my aunt's life for almost half a year.