On March 24th around 6:30pm, I received a call from my aunt informing me that my grandmother passed away. I really wish my parents had arrived, at least, the day before so my mom could've seen her. The next day around 8am, my aunt called again to ask if I would be able to make it down to Cheonan that afternoon. Of course I'd be able to - I just needed to cancel a tutoring appointment and dinner plans. The problem was in honor of my friend Eunah's last day in Korea - she went back to Japan - Chris and I ended up going to bed at 7am. Surprisingly, I woke up at 12:30pm and Chris got up shortly afterwards, so we showered, grabbed breakfast, and took the train down.
The grieving process in Korean culture takes place for about three days. The first two are held at a place called a 'jang rae shik jang' which is sort of like a funeral home. This place has a small open room with the deceased person's portrait, white roses, incense, casket, and the sons standing by. The family members wear black of course, but the women wear a type of hanbok in a lighter fabric, I think muslin. Then, people stop by all day to eat food that is served, pay respects, drink (of course), gamble (eesh), and then leave. It's an exhausting three days, I can imagine. Chris and I were nodding off because we had gone to bed so late, but my poor aunt, cousins, and other family members had had very little sleep since guests keep coming up until around midnight and linger around to drink. I helped serve tables for a bit, but Chris was sitting by himself so I joined him. Eventually, an old man beckoned us over and made us drink. -_- Chris had to take six shots, and I got by with one (thank God). In Korea, you HAVE to drink even if you don't want to. Poor Chris.
The night was a long, noisy one. We tried to go to sleep in a separate room, but it was so noisy with people yelling and talking, and others coming in and out of the room. In addition, around midnight or so the family members turned on the light to use our room to count the money that people had donated. Korean culture has people paying their last respects by giving any amount of money to help pay for the funeral services. I think this is a really good tradition. Anyway, it was so difficult to sleep with people talking and counting and recording money while a guy operated a money counter. We were woken up around 6:30am to wash up, change, and eat. I wasn't really that hungry, but my parents had arrived(!) so I ate with them. Unfortunately, Chris is pretty sick. Again. Now he has an upset stomach, a slight fever, and is dizzy. We ended up coming home early and skipping the funeral. Chris also suggested taking a cab back from Seoul Station instead of taking the subway because he figured it'd be quicker, but it wasn't. Then, we got out a little too early and ended up walking back to the guesthouse getting soaked by the rain. *sigh Chris has been sleeping for about an hour now, and I've been using the Mac in the common room. What a gloomy day..... I hope my mom's okay, and that I get to see my parents tomorrow.