Before the pain of mother's death disappeared, the father left the children he cared about in a hurry. Since then, we have lost the love and care of our parents, and the home where our seven brothers and sisters grew up is gone forever.
My father has been dead for more than a month, and his voice and smile haunt my mind from time to time, which often makes me sleepless at night and tears wet my pillow. During my father's departure, I always wanted to write some words to commemorate the ordinary and great father and mother who raised our seven brothers and sisters from childhood, but every time before I picked up a pen, my eyes were blurred with tears, and the softest and most painful place in my heart was violently touched inadvertently, which made me unable to write. My pale pen and ink could never describe the infinite love and yearning of our seven children for their parents.
Before my father got sick, it was just over a month after his 87th birthday. In the eyes of others and family, my father is a healthy old man. He is quick-thinking, good at learning and thinking, optimistic and open-minded, open-minded and regular in life. He insists on physical exercise all the year round. He should live a long life. However, the sudden attack of hateful diseases makes the seemingly tall and strong body fall down quickly, and high-tech medical skills look so pale and powerless in the face of hateful diseases. We can only watch our father's health go from bad to worse, helpless in pain. During the three months from my father's illness to his death, seven of us have been waiting for him. In these short (I don't know that these three months are the deadline to get along with my father) and long (I hope my father will get better soon) months, I have experienced the whole process of how my father struggled tenaciously with his illness, and I have deeply felt his charity, strength and broad mind. In the face of disease, he is always optimistic and calm. The treatment process was very painful, but he still cooperated with the doctor with tenacious will and positive attitude. Watching the news every day, paying attention to the changes in the country and the world situation, the living conditions of relatives and family members, the study of younger children, the crops in Xingyang's hometown, and the health of his 98-year-old aunt who has been living in his hometown since he was eleven years old have all become his last concerns. He also specially asked us to take part of his meager salary to help. International news events, daily treatment and physical recovery are recorded in the form of diaries, which he has never changed for decades, even when he was struggling with a pen when his illness worsened in the later period. Until his death, on August 4, 20 13, 13, these hands, through vicissitudes of life, completed their mission, stopped farming, and painted a magnificent and rich life for their father. The' precious spiritual wealth' left by my father has benefited us for life. The days with my father have also become our most precious and permanent memories.
My father was thrifty all his life, but he did not hesitate to take part of his meager salary to help some children in poor mountainous areas study. I haven't heard from my father before, but I saw this donation book bearing my father's heavy love when I packed my relics after his death. Sincerity, frankness, honesty, integrity, aboveboard, honesty and incorruptibility are the most authentic evaluations of his life by the old comrades who worked together before his death.
I have been with my father since my mother died. Compared with my sisters, I fully enjoyed my father's care and love. A word before going out, kind eyes staring at my eyes when I was sick, a warm greeting, and care and care when I was having an affair ........., scenes emerged like movies. At this time, I am the happiest. The shock of parents' successive death is mixed with parents' guilt, self-blame, endless memories and deep nostalgia for their parents. I am the most painful parent, and there is no way to repay the kindness of raising. This kind of unforgettable pain often makes me deeply involved and unable to extricate myself.
Dear mom and dad, my daughter misses you very much, and she really wants to cook something delicious for you. She also wants to rub her parents' backs, shoulders, feet and walk and chat with you. Mom, I'm used to your tireless housework, to drinking your mixed noodles and salty rice in my hometown, and to your loving blame. Dad, I'm used to the sound of your washing after getting up in the morning, to the picture of you lying in bed reading a book for hours, to the back of you sitting at your desk writing a diary, to the fact that you smell like a child's footsteps when I cook, to everything about you ..... but all this will be fixed on that suffocating day and become an eternal memory.
Dad always said: Birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws, and everyone has to go through this process. Dad is right, but the process is long or short. They don't want to see me in Lacrimosa all day. A strong face is what their parents want.
Dear mom and dad, you two parents have a good life on the other side of heaven. My daughter really misses you. I hope you can hear our call in heaven. Mom and dad, we are not around. You should take care of yourself. Please rest assured that we will listen to your parents, learn to be strong, care for each other, live a good life, take good care of this family, and comfort your parents with practical actions.
I dedicate this song to my parents in heaven. May the parents at the other end of heaven be happy and safe, and their children will always miss you!
Mother and father
Someone will take a new schoolbag for you; Think about your back. I feel terrible.
Your flowers in the rain put away your umbrella and someone will call you; Touching your hand makes me feel difficult.
You like to eat (that) three fresh stuffing, and someone (she) gives you a bag; Unconsciously, your sideburns have grown white hair.
Your wronged tears will be wiped away by someone. Quietly, you have wrinkles around your eyes.
Ah, this person is Niang, my old father, my favorite person.
Ah, this person is mother! The sweetness of the world has ten points.
This man gave me life and a home; You only tasted three points.
Ah, no matter how far you go, no matter what you are doing, be your child all your life.
I can't leave my mother at any time! I didn't do enough.
You are in a foreign land, and someone cares; Please, next life.
When you go back to (that) home, someone makes hot tea; Be my father.
You are lying in (that) hospital bed and someone is crying; Listen to your suggestion. I took over my confidence.
When you smile, someone blooms happily; Looking into your eyes, I see love.
Ah, this man is Niang, Xian Yi, old and young, with a smile in his hand.
Ah, this person is mom, no matter how hard and tired you are, you have a warm face.
This man gave me life and a home; My old father, my favorite person.
Ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how old you are, there are three points in life.
Never forget our mother! But you got 10.
Ah, this person is Niang. She will be your child all her life.
Ah, this person is a mother, and I haven't done enough.
This man gave me life and a home; Please, next life.
Ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how old you are, be my father.
Never forget our mother! My old father