If you want to read my mama's account of her father's death, click here. If you're in China, click here.
I actually heard this story from Auntie M one night in Lubbock, Texas just a couple years ago; the young cowsins went out to sample Lubbock's magnificent night life; I stayed in and asked for a story, a link to the past.
Auntie M's version of this particular story includes my mama, 4 years old, sitting on a table as she heard the news of Tatang's death. She said, "But now he'll never get to see me grow up." At this point in the story, Auntie M started to cry a little; when mama came in later, she started to cry too.
My cowsins in California and my sister and I, we never met Tatang M, but we know we love him. I wonder what he would think of his grandkids, the federal agents, the small business owner, the nurse, the programmer, the non-profit worker, the language teacher.... and all of my other cowsins I haven't met, children of my older uncles. I think we're a decent group; I hope he would be proud.