Today we visited my grandfather’s grave, which is in a cemetery in Phan Ri – about 4 hrs from Saigon. It was a small cemetery – about 10-12 tombstones and a large placque which had a bunch of Nguyens listed. I quickly realized this little cemetery actually belongs to our family. All the Nguyens are buried there, including my great grandfather and great aunt and uncles.
I lit some joss sticks for my grandfather and tried to come up with something noble to say. I said something silly like “I’ve made it back to Vietnam finally and I hope I will make you proud of me and bring respect and honor the family.” Five minutes later I stepped in the largest cow patty I’ve ever seen in my life. So much for bringing honor to the family.