Maybe it's time to write my father, although this idea has not been treated in my mind, but every time I just figured it out, I found it really hard to endure the huge sadness, I had to make a good job. God, my father's day, I think I can't escape, it is the time when it is brave.
Unconsciously, my father had left me 600 days, leaned 3 years. In these than 600 days and night, there is no day I didn't think of my father, a small detail, a small scene can trigger my father's thoughts. Suddenly found, I haven't used the word "Dad" for a long time, this I used for 20 years. I am very sensitive to this word, and I don't even want to hear this word.
2004
year
9
month
26
day
Father 47th birthday;
2004
year
9
month
30
day
I have successfully put successfully;
2004
year
10
month
10
day
I am 20th birthday;
2004
year
10
month
12
day
The family is playing the father's illness;
2004
year
10
month
13
day
In the morning, I was arrived home, and the county hospital was diagnosed as the late stage of cancer;
2004
year
10
month
13
day
In the evening, I went to Wuhan to diagnose.
2004
year
10
month
14
day
Doctors diagnosed;
2004
year
10
month
15
day
Father and family go home to prevent disease, I am studying;
2004
year
10
month
25
day
I am going home to guard my father;
2004
year
10
month
27
day
16:48 parents died;
2004
year
10
month
Twist
day
In the early hours of the morning;
2004
year
10
month
29
day
Father funeral;
The biggest regret in this life may be that I haven't going home with my father on the same day. I spent the last day with my father. At the time, I even had a good illusion of my father. In those few days in Tongji Hospital, it may be one of the most dark days of my life, where our last luck is ruthlessly torn. I will never forget that day, my father called me into the ward. I said to me: "If my father is not there, you haven't dad ...", my father said while wiper eye turbid tears. If there is anything in this world, I can contact the two people together if I have the limit of time and space. I think that is family. In the days when my father went home, my legs began to have a pick, maybe this is my father started to think about me, I hope I will go home soon, but I am not realized at all. Until, my father died, my legs were inexplicably good, maybe my father summoned me to go home in the midst of my father!
I will never forget my father's death. At that time, I went to the county in the county. When I went home, I found a lot of people, I rushed into the room, I found that my mother stood in the bed and said that my father. Name, the doctor of the town hospital looked at the father's eyes and sighed. At this time, the father was very urgent to spit a breath, and then died. I think my father is definitely waiting for me to come back, I want to see my last side, although he is no longer clear, but people 's instinct can support him to go home. At that moment, I only felt the sky, my mind was blank, and my tears were flowing out.
I know, from that moment, there will be a person who loves me in this world, and no one will call my little name, and no one will give me a long time in half night, I will eat it. No one will pull me with my chess. I can't hear the familiar and loud voice. I can't see the kind and dark face. Everything can only survive in my memory. . Suddenly I found that I haven't eaten my father's hot roof, and my father's dumplings, there is a vinegar, and there are many fathers who have invented themselves. I often eat what I have never eaten before, I will think of my father, my father works a life, I have never been a good day. That year, when I got a $ 900 money, my father, where are you, I can finally earn money, but why do you walk so early? The tree is quiet and the wind is not in the wind. The child wants to raise, this poetry is so relaxed, but it really reads more sadness, how many remorse, how many tears, how many helplessness. People, why always have to wait until you lose, you know to cherish. Do not chase people, year; go, do not meet, pro. I don't know if the fish will think that when his sigh, the sigh will spread so far. Everyone who is walking in the street, I will think of my father, if he is still, what will it look like?
That year, I stood in Beijing's bustling street, my father, where are you, you know, then what I want to do at that time is to call you? I believe that you will be very proud that, you will definitely go to the neighborhood, although I have always dishefined your approach. But until now I understand, this actually contains the eager hope of parents' children, which parents are not expected to be a dragon? Unfortunately, everything is late.
Please forgive me for poor writing, father, and thousands of words are rolling in the chest, but I can't express them, you give me love and expectations I will never forget, I will work hard, for my mother For the sister, in order to care about my loved ones.
