In this season of 2012, one morning I was getting up and putting on my clothes, and suddenly I really wanted to call my mother. So I picked up my cell phone and called my home first.
just happened to be answered by my mother, and I asked, "Mom, are your family doing these days? How are my dad?"
Mom said, "It's such a coincidence that you called, otherwise I'll be ready to call you later."
"What's wrong, are you doing?" I was a little worried when I heard that my mother wanted to call me, because I usually call my mother for two or three days, but my mother usually doesn't call me.
Mom said, "Your third uncle is gone. I didn't last night. Your second sister, third sister, and your brother have all gone. I want to tell you." Mom pondered for a while and then said, "Your dad has not been very good these days. I haven't eaten much in several days."
To be honest, I am not sad about my third uncle's death, but I just lamented that there is another relative in my grandma's house, and my third uncle is already in his eighties and is already an elderly person. The main reason is that I don't have much contact with my third uncle and have not deep feelings for me.
But I felt very panicked and scared when I heard that my dad hadn't eaten for several days.
My dad had a cerebral thrombosis at the age of 64. It was cured the first time, and it was nothing.
After he retired, he opened a car repair shop himself. After he got it done, my dad thought he had nothing to do, so he continued to do the car repair work. Unexpectedly, it relapsed in midsummer in 2000 and has become more and more serious since then.
Later, it developed into bed, incontinence, cerebellar atrophy so that I didn’t know us at all. Every time I came home and shouted, “Dad.”
Dad agreed to live, “Oh.” “Oh.” I won’t say anything else. Sometimes I looked at me with confusion on my face, as if I was looking at a stranger. I asked, "Dad, do you know who I am?"
Dad looked at me carefully and said, "I don't know."
Although my dad no longer knows us and can't tell who is who, every time I go back to my hometown, as soon as I enter the door, I can see my dad sitting on the kang. I shouted "Dad" and someone promised me, and I was already very satisfied.
I heard my mom say that my dad didn’t have a good meal for a few days, and I knew what that meant. Mom was going to call me to tell me about this, which was the same.
Although my dad has been sick for more than ten years and is older, we have already made preparations in our hearts, but when we feel that that day is really coming, we suddenly feel empty and scared.
I was anxious to put on my clothes, so I went to the unit to ask for leave first, arranged my work, and immediately took the bus back to my hometown.
When I came home, I saw that my father was sitting on the kang and could no longer sit well like before. His body was tilted and his chest was cushioned with a pillow and a quilt to support his father's body. Dad's head was slightly hanging.
I walked to my dad in three steps and two steps, and stuck my body to the place where my dad could see me and called, "Dad." I tried hard to control it, but my voice still trembled slightly.
Dad seemed to be asleep, and seemed to be awake again. After a while, Dad slowly raised his head, turned to me, looked at me carefully with his turbid eyes and replied, "Oh." The voice was obviously much smaller than before, but Dad had already used a lot of effort.
I looked at my dad’s face, my dad’s eyes, my dad’s beard, and my dad’s wrinkles seriously. I tried hard to remember all of this and carve my dad into my heart.
I can't say anything, I dare not speak, I am afraid that I will cry as soon as I open my mouth.
Dad lowered his head again, and he looked very tired.
I asked my mother about the specific situation of my father these days, and she said, "I have never had such a situation before. Your father has always had a good appetite and ate more. Sometimes he eats less, and it has not been like this time for almost a week."
After saying that, my mother comforted me and said, "It won't be in trouble for a while, don't worry."
I did not go back to my own home in the city after attending my third uncle's funeral. I stayed in my hometown and didn't dare to leave. My second and third sisters were also guarding my father together. In a few days, my father only ate a little porridge.
Dad seemed to be awake when he was dying. He agreed to any of us calling him. Although his voice was ambiguous, he still knew to agree. At the last moment, a tear fell from his right eye and walked his life.
Dad is not very educated, but he is very smart, especially his hands are very clever and born with cleverness. You can do anything you see, and you can do it beautifully.
Dad was very young and went to the arsenal to work. At that time, the country recruited a large number of workers. Because of his skillfulness, his father became a master at the age of 18. When I was a child, I read many letters written by my father's apprentices to my father. People in that era had particularly fighting friendships.
Later, my father returned to his hometown and stayed at Water Conservancy Bureau to work.
Dad is a very ordinary person. He doesn't like to talk, he is very serious, and he is strict with his brothers and sisters, but he has never been strict with me. His eyes look at me are much gentler than those of his brothers and sisters. Maybe it was because my parents were old when they gave birth to me, so they loved me very much.
When I was a child, I could buy a piece of fruit candy for a cent, but for the children in the countryside, there were not many people in the village who could eat fruit candy on a regular basis. They could not eat a pound at home during festivals and holidays. They could not eat it casually. It was used to entertain guests.
But I can eat fruit candy at any time, and there are also biscuits, because my father would buy me a pack every time he went home, and it was wrapped in yellow wool paper at that time.
Dad will drink a glass of wine every time he goes home. Mom pours the wine into the wine pot in advance and puts it in a large tea jar to warm it. At that time, there was no wine or food. At most, I could only stir-fry a few eggs. My brothers and sisters would not eat them in big stutters. I just picked up a bite occasionally to satisfy my cravings. Only I could eat them with my dad.
Dad's spoiling for me made my brother and third sister very angry with me. Sometimes they bully me together.
Although my father pampered me, he never said a word of affection to me in his life. But I remember everything he did.
When I was in high school, I lived in school and went home after two classes every Saturday afternoon.
When winter comes, my father will boil the stove in my house in advance before I go home, burn the fire to the best, and then roast sweet potatoes on the stove. When I get home from school, as soon as I enter the house, I feel the warmth and the unique sweet fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes.
I held the hot sweet potatoes and sucked them while covering my cold hands. It was very sweet. I felt that I had never eaten such delicious roasted sweet potatoes again.
finished eating and went to my parents' house, but my father couldn't say anything. Even when he is busy with his own work, he will not look up at me. Only I talk to my mother.
was about the second year of high school. Maybe it was because the school dormitory was too wet, and I had eczema on my body. It was very itchy. I visited several hospitals, but it was always good and bad, and I didn’t get it right.
Once I got home on weekends, and my dad brought half a steamed bun from the kitchen. The steamed buns were fried in oil, looking browned and crispy, with some crushed stuff in the middle.
Dad brought steamed buns into my house, mom followed in, and sister-in-law also followed in. I was very puzzled, what's wrong?
Dad said, "This is the folk remedy my colleague told me. The medicine I bought from the medicinal materials company is specially used to treat bumps on your body. Take it, and it will be fine after taking it."
I looked at my mother and sister-in-law and thought it was unusual. Is it necessary to mobilize others to take folk remedies?
I asked my dad, "What is this?"
"A special medicine." There was a rare gentle smile on my dad's face, and then he said, "It's delicious, it won't be bitter." As he said that, my dad took a bite and ate it.
I took the steamed bun and ate it bite by bit. It smelled strange, but I still ate it.
Later, the rash on my body disappeared. I don’t know if it was my father’s folk remedies or other medicines. Anyway, it was just fine.
Later, a while later, my sister-in-law asked me, "Do you know what was in the steamed bun you ate that time?" My sister-in-law had a bad smile in her eyes that she knew the little secret.
"Isn't it the medicine I bought from my dad?" I asked back.
sister-in-law said, "There is a kind of dried snake meat in it. My father fryed it in oil. I was afraid that you couldn't eat it and then I got it into the steamed bun."
I felt a little nauseous when I heard it, but fortunately, it had been a while and it would be fine. At that time, I was thinking about another thing.
Most of the 3 people in the north are afraid of snakes. Dad is the kind of person who is particularly afraid of snakes, but he went to fry the dried snake meat himself and took a bite by himself.
, decades later, my dad’s bite was in front of me.
Dad passed away in 2012, and it has been ten years this year. I often dream about my dad in my dreams. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In my difficult divorce process, I often think of my dad, I think no matter how difficult it is, I must escape, otherwise my dad would not be at ease with his old daughter in heaven.
After nearly two years of my father's departure, my third sister suddenly passed away. I didn't dare to think about it at that time. When I think of my third sister, I couldn't help but cry when I was at work.
After the third sister left for more than two years, my mother left, which was in April 2017.
One day I suddenly received a call from my second sister, and she said, "Mom is sick. I go to the hospital for examination today. If you have time, come back."
I usually call my mother in one or two days and tell her about her daily homework. My mother is old, and I can’t go back often, I can only call. Relieve my mother's longing for her children and the loneliness of the elderly.
As my mother get older, I am most afraid of receiving calls from home, fearing that my mother will be good. Unexpectedly, this scared call came.
I rushed to the hospital directly. When I saw my mother, my second sister was pushing my mother in the wheelchair to do another examination. When my mother saw me, she tried hard to squeeze out a smile, and I just shouted, "Mom." Then she took the wheelchair and pushed her mother to do the examination.
I was behind my mother, and I endured my tears back hard, my eyes were hot.
Mom said, "I'm fine, isn't this delaying your work? If you can't do it well, the leader should criticize you."
I said, "It's fine, I asked my leader for leave."
My mother's examination result was advanced liver cancer and was admitted to County Hospital . My second sister, I and my brother take turns to take care of my mother. I am mainly responsible for going home to sleep during the day.
I can basically sleep for three or four hours during the day. As soon as I wake up, I can’t fall asleep anymore. It’s sleepy, but I can’t fall asleep. So I just went to the hospital and stayed at my mother. My second sister is older and asked her to go home early to rest.
I want to stay with my mom for a while, and stay for a while. It's already the countdown, just take a look less.
Mom stayed in the hospital for a week, and the doctor asked to be discharged, saying that it would be meaningless to stay in the hospital.
A week after I got home, my mother left. No word left for us, my mother walked away in a coma.
Mom is a typical good wife and mother. She looks a little dark, but she looks pretty. People say that her mother is handsome and handsome.
Mom was born in 1934 and was 84 years old when she left.
Mom has some culture. She writes well and is always read by the teacher as a model for her classmates. My mother had a good plan and was taught by her grandfather. My mother has loved listening to Pingju since she was a child, but in order to practice, she sang opera in the next room, and she seemed to have never heard of it. Ma's brush small calligraphy is also well written. When I was in elementary school, there was also an brush -word class once a week. I couldn't write it well, so my mother was a popular one for me, but the teacher knew at a glance that I didn't write it.
Mom is considered a well-educated person among the rural women of her era.
Mom is very smart, smarter than dad, but mom keeps giving in to dad. My father and mother have never fought or scolded each other in their lives. My father respects her very much.
Mom is very skillful, no worse than dad. When we were kids, our clothes always looked better than other children. But I can't make clothes.
I was in Zhengzhou when I gave birth to my daughter. My mother was already 66 years old at that time. My father also had hemiplegia and needed someone to take care of me. My mother couldn't come to see me.
But several months before I was about to give birth, my mother made all kinds of clothes from her child and mailed them to me. It is made from birth to three or four years old, and there are also cotton shoes of all sizes.
After the child wears it out, everyone praises him for his good looks and fit.
After I was studying in another place and marrying from afar, when my mother missed me, she sat silently on the sofa and was fascinated. She never told her brother and sister-in-law that she missed me anymore, and she kept it in her heart.
After I moved back to Tianjin, my mother's face only became a smile, and she was relieved to see me often.
Mom has been a rural woman all her life, a really kind person who repays grievances with kindness. When my mother was young, she was angry with her grandmother, but when she was old, she was spread on the kang. She was serving her for three years. Before her death, she sincerely apologized to her.
Mom is a mother who sets an example. She has never beaten and scolded us, but our brothers and sisters respect her very much and regard her as the best female example.
Now it has been more than five years since my mother left. I often dream about my mother.
Although I am fifty years old this year, every time I think of myself as a child without a father or mother, I feel very sad. Sometimes I can't help but burst into tears. I really miss my parents very much, but I really farewell forever. 
