Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 15)
We nodded. Some women couldn’t hold back their tears but it rolled silently. He then asked us to file out, and walk up to the third floor. One of the men looked at me, and said, “You first.” The last one in line became the first to go through.
We arrived upstairs and lined up five by five. Again, a man stood in front of us and asked, “Please, try not to cry, and do not call her name. Allow Mei Gei to go in happily.” I thought it was lovely, they tried so hard to keep to her wishes.
I arrived into the white satin walled funeral hall. Flowers displays with banners proclaiming their love stacked all around the giant hall for Ms. Anita Mui. I didn’t see the arrangement sent by Operation Yellow Bird, which was the underground group that smuggled the 1989 Tiananmen Student Dissidents out of China to freedom as reported by the news. I would have liked to. They were the quiet faceless heroes of the movement. People I always respected, but never knew how to thank. In her death we can thank one: Anita Mui, Mui Gei.
I was standing right in the front.
