Look for some sentences or poems that express the feelings of missing your dead father.

Spring is blooming, and my mood has not improved these days. I miss my deceased relatives and feel depressed. In a blink of an eye, my father's voice will occasionally appear in my dreams, still so thin, and I feel very sad to see his body from time to time, but this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father's big picture, will also go with him.

I spent my childhood in happiness All these happiness are brought to me by my father. I can't help crying at the mention of my father. My father left me forever, leaving only my thoughts and a lasting memory.

Sometimes, I really want to call my father and say, Dad, I miss you ... but every time I pick up the receiver, I don't have the courage to press that set of numbers. I am so entangled in my heart that I can't say what I want to say. My father is the least common person in the family. The last person I know is my father. The person who didn't give me more education and care during my childhood journey is my father. However, the person I miss most at this time is my father.

Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was. I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears.

Looking at the mountains and resting in the garden is my home for my father. When the mountain is green, my father can sleep there.

Excerpts from articles commemorating my dead father;

Mourn the third anniversary of his father's death

Author: Meng Si

Dad, after you left, I didn't really experience where you were going, and I didn't know what life and death were. At this time, my heart seemed to have 10 thousand needles and 10 thousand knives, and the pain of father and son's heart burst in the collapse. That kind of helplessness, which is called ignoring every day and calling dad, should not have made my son unable to express it in words. At this time, I really tasted what is helplessness, what is helplessness, what is powerlessness, what is an arrow through the heart, and what is heartbreak.

The passage of time did not dilute our thoughts of dad, but deepened and deepened.