By the fourth seven days, it had been almost a month since my mother's death. Friday night dreamed of my mother, she was lying motionless in bed, suddenly opened her eyes, wanted to get up from the bed, smiled at me again, as usual, startled me, how did she come back to life? I said to my brother it was all right, the dream just woke up, I don't understand what this means? It was my mother who was nostalgic for her two sons, and to dream of coming to see us, but why didn't she talk, I'm afraid I can't understand it anymore.
On Sunday, I went to Fushou Garden, lush trees, full of lawns, quiet rivers, and felt like a park, without the spooky atmosphere of a cemetery, I think they would like this place. Parents did not talk about burial after death, whether it was sea burial, lawn burial, wall burial or traditional tombstone, it was up to the children to decide. I was thinking that sooner or later the house where my parents lived would change owners, and if they had such a place to live, we could come and talk to them at any time, just like they used to live in the old house, never leaving us. Although I also know that after the reincarnation of our parents, we will never see them again, and we can only have a thought in our hearts.