Can I really make myself cry when I read the articles I wrote?

I have written several articles in memory of my parents. When I wrote them, I was full of true feelings. I cried while writing them. From now on, every time I read the words I wrote, I will still cry. Looking back at such words, it touches the sad point in my heart again and again, and naturally I can't help it.

The following is an excerpt of a passage I wrote on the anniversary of my father’s death: Dad, you have been gone for a year. Thinking of this, my tears can’t stop pouring out of my eyes. It’s still today. I don’t believe this is true, I can’t accept this fact, and I always think that I am dreaming: Dad is at home; Dad has gone shopping for groceries; Dad has gone to a senior college; Dad is practicing calligraphy and painting on the balcony; Dad is walking the dog; Dad is cooking in the kitchen; Dad is watching TV... No matter how hard I think, Dad has left us and will never come back?

Dad, I have had countless nightmares in the past. Most of the scenes in the dreams were about you leaving me. I cried so hard that I kept crying until I woke up. Only then did I realize that it was a dream. After I woke up, I let out a long sigh. Tone: Turns out to be a nightmare. In the past year, I have dreamed of you countless times. The scene is that you have recovered your health and you can talk to us again, but when you wake up, you are full of sadness?

Dad, I don’t believe that your soul has disappeared forever like this. I really believe that there is heaven. Dad must have gone to heaven and to another world. You are watching over us in that world. Otherwise, How come I often meet my father in my dreams? How much I am looking forward to meeting my father in my dreams now, because my father in my dreams is my real father. I have really met my father. My father and I Just as you were so close when you were alive, I was so happy. When I woke up, I found that you were far away. The father I thought about during the day was so far away from me! It's been a year, I didn't expect life and death to be so far away yet so close. ?