A lot went on during that trip. The day after my father and I arrived, my family (including my dad and his brothers) attended my grandfather's funeral in Hyderabad, at which my grandfather was cremated. After a few days, we went to Lucknow and our family drove to the Yamuna River, a five and a half hour trip. We took a boat to the Sangham, the meeting of the Ganges, Yamuna and Saraswati rivers to immerse my grandfather's ashes. It took six hours, including a huge amount of time driving through billowing clouds of pollution. In the days afterward, my father proceeded to give gifts to our relatives in India, gifts that my grandfather wanted to give them when he went to India before he died.
After that came several days of family members meeting and reminiscing about my grandfather.
Early on Friday, I was on the return trip to Washington, DC when my dad and I got very sick. We recovered by the time we returned home.
The whole trip to India and back was emotionally tiring because not only are we dealing with the loss of my grandfather; we're dealing with the future of our family both in India and in the US, and how people are going to keep in touch. And it's really exhausting to think about it.