As our van pulls in, drums reverberate in the small temple courtyard, the music of celebration and grief. A funeral is taking place at Wat Sri Suphan, one of the oldest temples in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Some mourners exchange wrapped lotus buds, candles, and incense. Some sit on plastic chairs, hands pressed together in prayer. Some clench tissues tight, eyes rimmed red.
My mother lives on the outskirts
