Dad passed away on the night of the winter solstice a week ago.
Because it is cancer in the late stage , I have been building up for a long time.
There was no severe pain, but there was a hole in my heart, and sometimes there was a draft, and there was nothingness.
The body was kept at home for three days before being placed in the queue at the Longhua Funeral Home. It is said that there are so many dead people these days that there is no time to burn them.
Fortunately, my father caught up with the last batch of people who could have a coffin to lie in. Starting from the 28th, only body bags will be put into the incinerator.
There is no funeral, only five minutes for the family to pay their respects.
cried several times while waiting outside for more than two hours, but when she finally saw his cyan withered face again, she was speechless.
Makeup services were naturally unavailable in this period, and the wax-like face was a bit scary. I tried to caress his face and touch the texture of death with my living palm. I will never forget this solid death.
After 74 years of physical use, it finally bid farewell to the world with a weight of less than three digits.
I can't say that I love my dad, but his death also means that a part of me has died. This connection even exceeds the weight of love and life. From then on,
stepped into the house, a family of two.
I don’t know why I left a message here. It may be the last day of the New Year and I heard the last part of your explanation. At that time, I had just finished washing my face and glanced at the projection screen on the TV with my peripheral vision.
A new year and a new outlook are my most annoying blessings, and your words remind me of the four words "the dust has settled," which is great.
No matter I have no hope or no purpose, I will continue to live for the time being and continue to feel the flowers above death.
