Mom is gone.
Rent a house in Xincheng to accompany my daughter in the college entrance examination. In order to give my daughter a quiet learning environment, I turned off all electronic products. I was still sleeping in the morning when a quick knock at the door woke me up. My heart is full of unhappiness because I blame who knocked at the wrong door.
I opened the door in surprise and doubt, and my cousin panted, "Sister, aunt passed!" " "I didn't understand who my aunt was at that time. Cousins went on to say, "Everyone who called you at 10 last night turned off their cell phones. "My great aunt, my great aunt? I didn't react at the moment, thinking repeatedly who is my aunt? I suddenly woke up from a chaotic sleep state. " You mean my mother has passed away? "I quickly shook my head.
"Impossible, impossible, how is it possible in the past? Impossible, how to live? " My heart suddenly lost its feeling for a long time like a knife.
I said in my dream, "People say that my relatives will have a premonition when they leave, but why don't I feel anything?" I can't cry. I just sat there with an empty heart.
My brother and I once said that grandma lived to be over 90 years old, and from a genetic point of view, mom would live for a long time. Why did mom leave silently? Mother's life is fixed in the autumn of July 1, and her soul flies to heaven.
When I was in my forties, I didn't know whether I was deliberately avoiding it or not. I've never been to any funeral. This is my first time to face death and where you are going. When I returned to my hometown, I saw all my relatives and friends, my body covered with yellow satin, and my smiling mother. I can't believe my mother really left, as if in a dream, I can't accept this reality.
It was not brain atrophy that killed her for fifteen years, but complications of diabetes that killed her. Brother called an ambulance, and it was too late to take mother to the hospital.
I wanted to go back to see my mother during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I didn't go back because my children were afraid of the college entrance examination, and I didn't even see her for the last time. I feel infinite regret in my heart, and the tears of regret make me miserable. Therefore, filial piety should be timely. I don't know when the old man will suddenly leave, leaving you no chance to be filial. So don't hesitate or delay what the elderly should do. The feeling that "my son wants to be filial, but his relatives are not there" is heartbreaking.
Seeing her mother's body pale and serene, she fell asleep, ended the torture of more than ten years of illness, and her soul flew to heaven. But we can't believe that my mother really left, although she didn't think, although she was unconscious, although she couldn't take care of herself. As long as mom squeaks around the house at home, we have a strong desire to go home, and we will be happy and at ease when we go home. The warmth of the mother's departure came to an abrupt end, leaving three middle-aged children floating like duckweeds.
Watching my mother leave in front of me, my body turned to ashes, and my consciousness suddenly became blank. I can't believe that my mother really disappeared in this world, really left, and became a soul and entered heaven. From then on, I believe there are two parents' eyes in heaven, watching me, caring for me and protecting me. I wish my mother a pleasant journey and stay away from illness and troubles.
Miss, lady
After seeing my mother off, I stayed at home with my lonely father. Seeing the mother's relics at home, people are exhausted and can't sleep at night. Turn on all the lights and watch TV, and I don't know what's on TV. I just need sound and light to dispel my fears. As soon as I turned off the light, I felt my mother coming towards me. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's pale face in the funeral home. In this way, I opened my eyes, hoping to leave soon after the long night, hoping that it would be dawn soon. Seeing that I stayed up all night, my father said, "your own mother, what are you afraid of?" It's almost dawn. Go to sleep for a while. " Father got up to prepare breakfast, and I slept for a while.
My father took care of his mother who suffered from brain atrophy and severe diabetes for fifteen years. His mother suddenly left, leaving him alone for the rest of his life. When his mother was around, he was busy all day and had no leisure. Suddenly everything stopped and he was at a loss. He kept cleaning the house and tried to dispel his worries. "alas! Hey! " One long sigh after another makes me uncomfortable. I know my father is more miserable and lonely than me, but he says nothing.
I haven't slept for three consecutive nights, and I'm so scared that my spirit has reached the point of collapse. I went to the cemetery and walked around my mother's grave for three days, looking at the cold tombstone and saying goodbye to my mother. I said weakly to my father, "Take care, Dad. I'm going back. " If I don't leave, I'll get sick. There are two children at home waiting for dinner at school. I'm a little reluctant to leave my lonely father. I urged my brothers to visit my father more often and told him to go out for a walk more. Turn around and leave with tears.
My mother's departure made me think a lot. When people are busy for a long time, I will forget them for a while. When I am lonely, I will suddenly think of my mother. I always feel that she hasn't left, as if she were still alive. I can't believe that my mother who gave me life really left. Everything is like a dream. When I think of my mother, I feel sad and tears come to my eyes. Children miss their mothers, and that kind of missing often comes unexpectedly. When watching TV, a scene will remind me of my mother, and tears will unconsciously flow down. It also makes me sad to see the old man with white hair stumbling across the road. I always unconsciously think of my mother's past. I looked up at the blue sky and asked, mom, did you really go to heaven? Do people really have souls? Sometimes I blame myself for doing my best for my mother.
There are some photos I took for my mother during the Spring Festival in my mobile phone. My mother is wearing the red sweater I bought her, her hair is gray and her expression is dull. These are some recent photos left by my mother. Looking at the photo, I burst into tears. Children are related to their mother by blood. Losing a mother is like losing a root. I developed several copies of these precious photos and sent them back to my brother as a permanent souvenir.
In the night, I looked at the night and said, Mom, why doesn't your soul come into my dream? I haven't dreamed of my mother since I left her. I hope people have souls and meet my mother in my dreams. People's doubts about life and death are annoying, and life without doubts is a kind of happiness. My mother has entered my dream, and I will believe that my mother has really left and my soul has ascended to heaven.
dream
The thoughts of my mother always accumulate in my heart and I can't let go. When I think of my mother, I feel palpitations. I know I'll never see my mother again. I expect her to walk into my dream. "The soul never dreams." For a long time, my mother didn't appear in my dream. Waiting for an illusory dream made me lose my expectation. Do people have souls? I don't know.
When I lost hope, one night, my mother came to my dream, in which my heart was full of joy. I finally met my mother! Dream mother is about forty years old, wearing a gray coat made by her mother and short hair. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you all right?" You can do anything. "Mother didn't answer, crying. Later, when I saw my mother spinning and dancing, I wondered if my mother was uncomfortable dancing. My mother never said a word to me. At this time, I woke up and sat in bed crying in the dark night, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream. The dream that my mother came to see me made me believe that my mother had really left, and my soul met me in the dream without saying a word to me.
Call my brother and tell him that I dreamed of my mother and cried without saying a few words. I also heard my brother crying on the phone. In the morning, my brother and sister-in-law went to my father's house to water the flowers. To distract my father, my nephew accompanied me to Hong Kong. They are sad about what they see and who they think of. After returning home, I saw his son's diary, and the children wrote down their feelings of missing their grandmother on paper. After reading the diary, they could not help crying. The blood in our umbilical cord is dripping like blood, so is the feeling of missing our mother. We are all mothers' children, and the feelings of children missing their mothers are lingering.
A home with a mother is home. I remember when we were young, young and middle-aged, we hurried home. The first sentence when I entered the room was "Where is my mother?" Our home became empty because of our mother's departure, and our hearts felt evacuated.