Haha – an onomatopoeic way of expressing laughter – is my favourite word. It reflects the way I live my life, masking moments of sadness with contrived laughter, yet amplifying moments of bliss with genuine chuckles.
Haha at a funeral is largely unacceptable, especially if the bereaved family is supposed to be mourning the deceased. Yet, that was what happened at my grandmother's funeral. Tears aside, we knew that my grandmother would just have wanted all her family members to have merry times together for once, particularly since we live in different countries. We were sad that she has moved on, but on the other hand, we were glad that she left with minimal suffering. Thus, unlike in most funerals, the most common word that surfaced was not
sorry but
haha as my family joked throughout that period. Even the monks present for the prayers tried to lighten the atmosphere with their humour.
This incident greatly affirmed what I value in life. Life is fragile, so I believe in living for happiness. Naturally, a loud
haha to end off the day with friends is more than welcoming, making us feel fulfilled for the day. Nonetheless, it is how we
haha through tough times that gives this word a much deeper meaning to me.
Haha is worth more than what it is described as in dictionaries.
Haha symbolizes optimism as we laugh away our sorrows in hope for better days.
Haha represents a way of living.
Haha characterises me.
Please help me look at it! Thanks :)
Wong Xin Ying