In the afternoon, the staff responsible for the funeral preparations set up a tent on the open ground not far from Zhang Xiaowei's home to serve as The Memorial Hall.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.
Two coffins were placed one in front of the other at the center of The Memorial Hall.
The elder, Great-Grandma, lay in the front, followed by Cousin Zhang Dawei in the back.
Two photos were selected from their lifetime to serve as their memorial portraits.
Looking at the memorial portraits of the two relatives, Zhang Xiaowei was overwhelmed with sadness.
Since he went away to study many years ago, he had not seen his Cousin Zhang Dawei again.
And Great-Grandma, who was fretting over his and Li Yanyan's wedding just yesterday, now lay here in eternal rest.
The images of the past kept flipping through his mind.
Zhang Xiaowei's tears flowed uncontrollably once more.
