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20165438+1October 24th (the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in 20 17), my father called me and I got up to wipe my shit for my father. I went back to bed for more than 20 minutes. At about 5: 25, my father called me again and went to wash my father's urine again. Stay in bed until 6: 20 again, get up, wash and prepare meals, and deliver meals to the hospitalized mother and the elder sister who serves her mother. At about 7: 45, the nanny came to bathe my father. After eight o'clock, I gave my father a meal and asked the nanny to feed him. I filled a bowl of porridge in the kitchen and finished it quickly, in a hurry to deliver food to my mother. After a while, the nanny came to me and said, "Old people don't eat." I saw that my father had only eaten a third of the food, so I said, "OK, put it there. Why did you eat so little today? " The nanny went back to her room to rinse her father's mouth and suddenly shouted, "What's the matter with you? What's wrong with you? " I hurried out of the kitchen. When I entered the room, my father looked pale, covered his painful mouth and frowned. I shouted, "Dad, what's wrong with you!" " I approached my father to call him, then picked up my mobile phone and called 120, called my nearest sister, and ran back to call my father. At this moment, the pain struck again, and my father's painful mouth seemed to want to shout. Just then, his false teeth fell out and the nanny had to put them back. I realized that it was time for my father to die. I asked the nanny to take them down and dig out the food my father had just eaten. I called two other sisters and began to look for my father's old clothes, but I rummaged through several cupboards and found nothing. When I went back to my father again, the last pain came again, and then my father stopped moving. I called again and again, but my father closed his eyes and was silent. I tried my father's snorting, but my nose was still hot. I still have a little hope. At this moment, Fourth Sister came. We took out dad's old clothes together and began to dress him. 120 when the ambulance arrived, the doctor entered the room and snored and said, "This man is dead." My sister and I said together, "You are showing me. Can you help me again?" ! "Maybe the doctor saw that we were in a hurry and picked up the stethoscope and said," Listen to the heart again. "Then the doctor came out and said," No heartbeat, dead. "We have no time to be sad. My sisters are all here. They dressed my father in old clothes. I started calling the hearse and contacting the funeral home. The sisters said to bring my mother back and let her see her father one last time, or she would cry. A mother's love for her father's life is unparalleled. I called my niece and asked them to bring grandma back. The master of ceremonies at the funeral home has come and will be taken away. We'll tell him to wait, and mom will let her see her father one last time. As soon as my mother entered the door, she saw her lying on the ground crying sadly and calling for deep sorrow. My mother pointed at me and asked, "Why don't you help him? You let him go! He's not dead? You have to send him out! "I knelt in front of my mother and told her that we had called an ambulance and that the doctor had declared my father dead. Mom, how can I not save dad! My mother looked at me. She pretended to be deaf and dumb, watching and listening. She guessed what I was saying. My mother's expression of pain, helplessness and panic, I knelt in front of my mother, and my father was in tears. My father was taken away, and my father said goodbye to this family!
Watch by the coffin
When I came to the funeral home, the priest didn't arrive, so I simply asked the manager of the funeral home to help me according to the folk custom. Father believes in Christianity, and everything should be arranged in a Christian way. Finally, when the priest arrived, he made homage to his father. Then arrange one ceremony after another. I am flustered because I don't understand. Fortunately, there are many relatives at home. I thought of something and sent someone to do it. I think of another one and send someone to do it. The day was finally spent in a hurry of pain. The long night came and I stayed up all night.
? I got up early the next morning and came to the mourning hall. I know I don't have much time with my father. Father is lying in the coffin, and there are children and worshippers guarding him in the mourning hall. Mr. Wang's friends came from afar to thank them for their kindness. Mr. Wang sent his friend away, and I went home with him to pick up my mother, who insisted on waiting for my father for the last time. My mother's persistence and stubbornness as a child are very clear. My sisters won't let my mother come because my mother is old and has a bad heart. She was discharged from the hospital because her father died just after she was hospitalized. But I insisted on picking up my mother. I know that my mother's love for my father is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. If she doesn't guard for the last time, she will regret it all her life. So I insisted on going home to pick up my mother from the mourning hall. At home, I found the thickest clothes for my mother, and my niece dressed her neatly. Help her get in the car. Mother cried and talked all the way. I told her to stop crying, and she wouldn't go if she cried again. Mother finally stopped crying.
Mother stepped into the mourning hall, endured the pain in her heart, and finally burst into tears. She shouted, "Daping, go by yourself. How can I live without you? " Daping, the last time I saw you, why didn't you wait for me ... "The children in the mourning hall have been crying, distressed by their mother's mourning for their father. Then my friends came to offer condolences, the leaders came to offer condolences, and went to pick up priests and Christians to pray for my father. Amid the noise and dusk, Mr. Wang booked a hotel for his friends who came to pay their respects. I called my mother and booked a hotel. My 90-year-old mother stayed in a hotel for the first time. I told her how to open the door and plug in the card to use electricity. Mother slept until midnight and cried, and her niece sat up to comfort her. Mother got up before five o'clock and told me to go early. Your father will have a funeral today, and I will never see him again. I said yes, text my husband and ask him to pick us up. Mother simply washed and made the bed after getting up. Seeing that I didn't tidy a door, she asked me to tidy it up.
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Funeral day
At 5: 40, the priest arrived with his followers and said his last prayers to his father. I wrote a biography of my father. The priest arranged for believers to read it. I asked the priest to read it. I finally want to express my deep love for my father! I controlled my emotions over and over again, trying to keep a calm voice and say goodbye to my father emotionally. Goodbye, my dear father, goodbye to my father who had a rough life, goodbye to my hardworking father, goodbye to my father who gave everything for his children, goodbye, dad, may the Lord you believe take you to heaven, where your soul will live forever.
? Then take me to the cashier at the funeral home to get my father's ashes. My tall father, my handsome father, my elegant and charming father are just a broken bone. I was in tears there, and there was no father in the world. I called my father, but nobody answered. From then on, we were separated forever. I am a daughter without a father!
I looked at my father's ashes and called over and over again, "Farewell, Dad! If there is an afterlife, I will be your favorite daughter! Love you, Dad! Goodbye, my dearest father! "