Our Raya celebrations were done very simply, as always; this time we did not have as many people dropping by as in previous years. Possibly because the last couple of years we were staying right in front of the surau. It was quite natural for AHS to steer his friends in the direction of the house right after the prayers. So, it was serve, serve and serve till about noon.
This time there were lulls in between, enough time for us to clear up the table before the next round of guests arrived. Some even brought gifts for the new house: sooo nice of them. Our last guests left at about 9.30 p.m. and I was grateful to them for finishing my lodeh. I even made spaghetti bolognaise, for just in cases, which was swept clean as well.
On the second day, it was Kuantan: I was so excited to see my kin, especially the nieces and nephews. My, how fast they've grown. I feel that I'd missed their growing-up years. We hardly meet at other times, everyone busy with work or school. And Raya isn't the time for catching up with news or happenings; for so soon it was time to go.
Then it was time for the visits within KL. What I find this time was that most people were talking about the division of property to their children or family members after their death. It should be an easy matter, but it is made so complicated. So many considerations and 'jaga hati' to be thought of. So, is it better to leave something to your loved ones or not? So those discussions soured my Eid somewhat. We even had 'visitors' on Sunday asking AHS' advice on their mother's (mentally unstable) situation -- her sons are actually bickering to take care of her! Thank goodness AHS gave them sound advice, after a half hour discussion.
A tinge of melacholy, this Raya, for many reasons. My parents are getting older, I could see my mother having to make the extra effort -- she moves a lot more slowly than before. We still had the perennial problem of her full freezer; though I reminded her to empty it way beofre Ramadhan.
I am glad I got the chance to have a talk with my father, (on the verandah) about his concerns -- he's not a man of many words.
I didn't get to see more of the relatives I had wanted to, though. Perhaps next year.