Mourning my father Wang Zonggang one by one (1)

He wept in front of his father's spiritual hall, for what? Grief, guilt, grievances, nostalgia and outright grief, all kinds of emotions intertwined together to become an unstoppable torrent... As a man, this is the only time in my life. The death of life is often accompanied by the rebirth of another life. Last night I had another bad dream, my brother and I fell into a dead crater again, we hid and rolled around in it, and when we were about to be scorched, a huge fireball fell from the sky, blowing my brother and me to pieces... I woke up from the dream, my eyes were full of tears, I was dumbfounded... At 11:08 a.m. on November 8, my brother called and said that my father was not in a good condition and asked me to go back as soon as possible. I said: I'm doing nucleic acid, and I'll be back immediately. At 12:15, my wife and I rushed to the house, pushed open my father's room, and he opened his eyes slightly... At this time, Madame brewed a bowl of rice paste and added the perch peptides she had specially brought, and I shook the bed, and Madame was feeding in one mouthful, and in a few moments a small bowl was all eaten. After eating at my father-in-law's house at noon, I came back, my brother and Lan Xin had not yet eaten, so I made a bowl of rice paste for my father, and he shook his head after drinking three sips, and I knew what he meant. As soon as I touched my father's head, I quickly pulled the two layers of cotton quilt up... Father made a very strange movement at this time: he clenched his hand into a fist, and then pulled my hand over and put it under the fist, his fist trembling, as if leaking something in his hand. Then, my father also said a few words, and I only heard one sentence: How long does it take to go to the hospital here... I said: Only a few minutes away, and after saying this my father revealed a smile that I had been elusive all my life. At 7 o'clock I went into my father's room again, and he slept peacefully. When the news broadcast began, my brother and I said goodbye and returned to Urumqi with our wife...

At 00:30 on November 9th, I was asleep when my brother called: Saying that my father was not in a good state, you should come back... At 2:39 a.m., I woke up from a dream with three severe pains in my heart, like a knife. In the darkness, God has sent a huge signal that my father is leaving us... I sent a message to my brother: get up for an hour to observe the situation of the old man, hard work! At 2:59, I didn't see my brother reply, so I unpluged my brother's phone... After looking at his father, the brother said: Sleep well... In the middle of the night, I also seemed to hear the old father's purring and my snoring intertwined, that kind of breath, we were together forever. At 5 o'clock, there was a car coming home that lit up the window of the Tashan Garden...

2021.11.13 Tashan Flower in Urumqi