To life!

My host Yomi left the house Friday afternoon for a party his friend was hosting. I asked him what the occasion was. He said his friend's grandma had died. She had lived to a ripe old age of 92, he explained, something which is worth celebrating. I respect a culture that celebrates a life well-lived rather than moping around in black contemplating death. I've been invited to a burial party on the 31st, and my hostess Moji is even sewing me a suit for the occasion!