Today – Jan 11, 2015, I found the video selfie from six years, taken on the anniversary of his birthday.
Dateline: Shanghai, Feb 16, 2009
Today, in Shanghai, while heading into the Yu Yuan Garden complex, I stumbled into the courtyard of the City God Temple of Shanghai, founded in 1403 during the Ming Dynasty. It’s a Taoist center now, run by Taoist priests, and emphasizes Taoist spirituality. (I say “stumbled” because I both tripped over the raised threshold (which keeps ghosts from entering) and accidentally skipped past the door-keepers – an unsmiling woman and a much gentler older man – without paying and had to be called back with a stern look. Very mortifying…)
It was when I returned inside again – after paying – and saw people buying and burning bundles of incense sticks, that I connected how appropriate it was to be in that place on his birthday yesterday. He and my mother had spent the immediate post-war years (1945 – 1949) in Shanghai: had it not been for the Communist takeover in ’49, I would likely have been born there instead of Hong-Kong, a few years later.
I had been thinking for days on how to memorialize and pay my respects and it seemed very right to send birthday wishes to him from the temple. I bought a bundle of incense, peeled off the wrapping, lit it from the common brazier, and then stood at each of the four “stations” in the courtyard and bowed, before putting the sticks into the common vessel.
Afterwards, as I walked around inside the main building, I missed him terribly yet felt very connected at the same time. (I don’t know what’s harder: being an only child when I was young or now as an adult. Both have their moments of almost-unbearable existential loneliness.)
I was struck by how emotional I felt/feel today and realized that his absence is intensified by my being so far from home for so long this trip. (I have now been in Shanghai one week and have two more to go before returning.) My only blood-relation that matters is Julia and I see her too infrequently – and only for a few days each except on our trips – now that she lives hours away and making her own life. Such are the times into which we have been born….
Is this “progress” from less-than a hundred years ago, when both Chinese and American families were more inter-generational, extended, and living in closer proximity to each other?