I Attended a Hmong Wedding in the Afterlife

I was at home when I heard a series of loud knocks on the front door. Opening it, I was surprised to find my grandpa standing there, accompanied by two other Hmong men in traditional attire. They appeared to be between 30 and 40 years old. Overwhelmed, I exclaimed to my yawg (grandpa), "Ooooh yawg, yog koj sav. Los tsev aw!" ("Ooooh grandpa, it's you! Please come inside.").

My grandpa smiled warmly and said, ""Mi tub aws, kuv yuav tau poj niam lawm naws. Kuv tuaj tos koj mus nrog peb noj tshoob hu plig os." ("Son, I am getting married. I've come to take you with me to join the wedding and soul calling ceremony.").

Filled with happiness and excitement for my grandpa, I quickly exited the house with him and his companions. In what felt like an instant, we found ourselves in a vast, green fields surrounded by towering trees and distant mountains, their slopes adorned with lush crops and vegetation. It was easily 100 acres of land surrounding us. Trees were fruitful. Grasslands were filled with flowers upon flowers. The sky above resembled a clear summer day over the ocean. My grandpa's mansion, made from shiny grey and black stones, stood prominently amidst this picturesque landscape, a grand structure in shades of glistering gray and black that seemed fit for royalty. I could almost see my reflection looking at his house. The scene buzzed with activity as Hmong people, dressed in their traditional attire, busied themselves preparing food, their laughter mingling with the friendly chatter in the air.

Inside the mansion, tables were laden with an array of traditional Hmong dishes and liquor. The spacious living room could easily accommodate dozens of tables, each adorned with Hmong delicacies. Amidst it all, my grandpa was at the center, conversing with Hmong leaders and war generals on either side, thanking everyone for joining him in his soul calling and wedding ceremony. I saw a woman dressed in Hmong jewels and eleganza. They wore traditional Hmong attire, but the fabric was shiny and gleaming. I could hear the silver beads jingle from her shirt. For some reason I couldn't see her face.

The atmosphere was vibrant with joy and love, resonating with laughter and heartfelt conversations. My grandpa appeared youthful and radiant, showing happiness and contentment. I couldn't help but join in the celebrations, sharing moments and toasts with him and others in the room. Catching my yawg's attention, he waved with a smile, and I returned the gesture, filled with happiness for him. In that moment, I felt emotional. I felt happy but also a deep sadness as I waved at him.

I woke up. 4:28 AM

TFL Hmong Shaman