Touring around India with family in tour bus. Stopped at a Chinese restaurant to eat. Seat reserved for me next to grandma. She told me to eat the char kway teow on the table. I kept crying. She told me not to cry. I asked her to eat. She said food doesn’t taste the same anymore now that she’s dead, and she’s trying to get used to it.
Salty Xi Jie Ng, Singapore
Occured shortly after death
[loved one]