For many months afterward, and at many times since, I was swallowed up in the deep fog of grief—what I think of as the void—an emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to think or even to breathe.
Traditions will be formed and the mid-autumn festival would come to be known as a symbol of family reunion where loved ones gather together to share moon cakes, hang up lanterns and admire the full moon in the night sky.