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At the beginning of May, grandma passed away.

Small coffin, funeral, wake, large coffin, memorial...

Strange, helpless, scared... but have to face it

November , my father died of illness

Small coffin, funeral, wake, large coffin, memorial...

Six months later

Same process, different deceased person .

How heartbreaking it would be if even the process of a funeral could go from unfamiliar to familiar.

Every classmate, teacher, friend, and relative who knows about these things about me has given me deep condolences.

Congratulations - always at the end of a conversation.

I vaguely remember that I tried to recite this word before the college entrance examination.

Suppress sadness and adapt to changes.

From "The Book of Rites: Tan Gong Xia": "Funeral ceremony is a sign of mourning; mourning is a sign of resignation. A gentleman is the one who remembers the beginning.

At that time, I thought about this There is only one kind of miss in these four words, so don’t write it as condolence.

Now I have a deep understanding of this word.

I don’t want to express condolences. , because mourning is the last thing I can do for them.

Why not let me howl loudly and let my voice convey my reluctance;

Why not let my face burst into tears, Let the tears wash away my guilt.

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Yes, no matter whether you sincerely tried your best when you were alive, we will all feel guilty once we leave this world.

In the face of death, where is the word "dedication"?

Why didn't you go to the hospital and see him more?

Why didn't you say something more when we met last time? p>

Why not make one more phone call?

……

Every time I think about this, I can’t help but cry.

None of us can. Anticipate everything that will happen in the future. We always think that there will be a next time. Just like me, I never expected that my father would leave so unexpectedly.

I was still here at five o'clock that afternoon. The person beside the hospital bed. He is alive, breathing, and warm.

The doctor said that the liver transplant will be cured in two days, and the chance of success is 95%. p>

So, I went back to school full of hope, looking forward to a healthier father

However, at 12 o'clock in the morning that night, my father was sent to the ICU due to internal bleeding

At three o'clock in the morning, rescue efforts were ineffective

I was asleep at that time, how could the silent mobile phone wake me up?

No one told me, not even anyone. Remind me that my father will leave me in a few hours

I complained about the doctor's lack of responsibility, complained about the silent cell phone, and even complained about myself being unconscious

But what's the use? So what if I blame everything? My father will never come back.

I didn't see the last time of my father.

When I rushed. When I arrived, my father no longer smiled at me.

What lingered in my mind was his last smile to me. However, I did not cherish his last smile.

I thought the days would be long

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After the funeral, everyone returned to their original posts, going to work and going to school.

Although the dead are gone, so are the living.

But my heart is still heavy

In this rapidly developing society, are we all a little indifferent. ? Are we stingy?

Yes, we are too stingy with our time.

We race against time to do what we think is important. But we have forgotten that the time of our loved ones who are always behind us, the most important and who love us the most, is slowly passing away.

Yes, we are too stingy. Cherish our smiles.

On the street, in the car, at the dining table, or in the alley, we are either walking in a rush or playing with our phones with our heads down. But we ignore that the people around us need a smile from us.

We are stingy with our praise, our affirmation, our love...

Be generous, we will not lose anything!

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Perhaps one year from now, five years from now, ten years from now, my grief over life, separation, and death will become as light as still water. But today, I still hope to use words to store my emotions.

The death of our father brought great changes to our lives. However, we all chose to remain silent in front of our mother.

My mother, who is nearly 60 years old, has never received formal education in her life, and her conservative rural life has made her regard her husband as her first priority. I really wanted my mother to get over the grief of losing her husband as soon as possible. However, how can I force others to do something that is difficult for me to do?

I can only try my best to stay with my mother and say many things that have nothing to do with my father. The topic was so irrelevant, I just asked my mother to respond to me.

Even if you forget your sadness during the day, what should you do in the dead of night?

Missing is a kind of pain, which is both bone-gnawing and unforgettable.

We will not miss a person all the time, but whenever we think of him, grief will spread throughout our body. It makes people unable to resist.

The person who once shared the same bed and pillow is now gone as soon as I turn around.

The people who used to accompany each other hand in hand are now gone as soon as they go out.

Once upon a time, you were always by my side. Now, I am faltering, but I have to move forward alone.

I don’t know how to enlighten my mother. Maybe time is the best medicine. Maybe we should cry and vent our emotions.

All I have left is my mother, an old mother.

I remember the story about the glass half full. Faced with the same half-glass of water, negative people will only complain that there is only half a glass of water left, while positive people will say "Great, there is still half a glass of water."

In the past, I always emphasized I want to be a positive-thinking person.

Now, allow me to think negatively! The word "only" will make me cherish my mother more.

Although. The feeling of separation is heartbreaking, but I am still extremely grateful to God for giving me this father.

We cannot not enjoy happiness just because we are afraid of pain.

After more than ten years of study, we have learned. Many famous sayings throughout the ages are catchy.

"Tomorrow comes tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there?"

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to be nurtured but cannot be loved"

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“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don’t see me, the mirror in the high hall will be sad and white, and the morning will be like blue silk and snow will turn into snow at dusk.”

What’s the use of that? No matter how many poems we know, no matter how much knowledge we have, they can’t compare to a greeting. A phone call makes those who love you happier.

I hope you and I will cherish, tolerate and be grateful for everything around us.

I hope my story can make you and me better. .