Although my aunt is my father's cousin, she is like a brother to my lonely father, and my father often teaches me to be unforgettable. My aunt is kind-hearted, diligent in housekeeping, virtuous in family style, simple in upbringing, radiant in children, but ruthless in illness, and a wealthy family drives people away. A few days ago, I heard that my father came back from visiting relatives and said that my aunt was ill and asked relatives not to worry. Whenever her children are at the bedside, they pretend to sit up without pain. Her life is dying, which also shows her noble maternal love and touches the world.
The castle peak is silent, the setting sun is swallowing sorrow, the dead are gone, and the living are like this. Send grief from afar and bow down to your aunt. May my aunt go all the way and rest in peace in heaven! I hope my cousin feels sorry for your loss and respects himself!