
Father (1940, 1, 19-2016, 11, 18)
The Famous Work of the Irish writer Joyce seems to be called "Guarding the Spirit of Fendingen", which I have not read carefully, and I am impressed by a book that expounds the author's literary and artistic concepts. Because of the title, I thought of writing an article with such a title as a memorial to my father.
My father died early yesterday morning, and today is the second night. Because I didn't have anyone to help, I was able to personally guard my father's spirit all night. I Baidu, soul English mostly use the word soul. There is a "Baidu knows" clause at the back, and there are 3 words that can also be translated as souls, of which soul emphasizes people, spirit emphasizes spirit, and ghost emphasizes ghosts. Judging from the situation in these two days, I think that the spirit keeper emphasizes people, which is the same as the meaning of the English soul in most cases.
Although there is no obituary, the number of people who have come to the funeral home in the past two days seems to me to be a lot. I have always agreed with a sentence said by his father in Iacocca's autobiography, and when he died, he had 3 friends in front of the bed, and this person's life was very successful. In the past two days, including my mother, my sister and I have arrived, and two sisters and an older brother from my uncle's family have also arrived. Several colleagues and cadres from Lezhi Middle School, where my father taught, also came, and several of my mother's close friends also came. We talked about my father together, talked about my impressions and opinions about him, and also had some feelings and comments. Our conversation made the image of my familiar father more complete and comprehensive: a very stubborn, even rather willful man, who retired from illness in his middle age and was at large for half his life.
The students who came the most were the students my father had taught, and there were 4 classes of students who had commissioned representatives to come over, including several who had seen them before, and more seniors who were complete strangers to me. In the conversation with them, the image of a relatively vague father, or the side of a relatively vague father, became clear. My father was once a teacher who was very popular with his students and had a profound influence on some of them.
In their descriptions, my father's junior high school Language was particularly good, especially the humor and vividness of the language, which made listening to lectures a kind of enjoyment. I remember a student saying that his father was casually leaning against a certain part of the classroom, 15 minutes ahead of the sea and the sky, completely creating an atmosphere. Later in time, once they got to the point, the students listened intently and were completely immersed in the textbook. I had never listened to my father's lessons, and I had never felt that he had such eloquence, and I wished they hadn't exaggerated too much. I used to be a college liberal arts teacher whose lectures were not very popular with students, and I now know that my father's classes must be better than mine.
My father's martial arts career during the Cultural Revolution is worth adding. I've heard him say two times about his escape: once when the other side attacked the building and was cornered, he was pulled into the secret room by his comrades; once, he was ambushed on the road, and the truck rushed down the embankment and was blocked by a tree. This period of rebel experience was written into the archives according to the policy of the time, and I think it may have been valued by some school leaders as a dangerous person, resulting in his unwelcoming teaching career for more than 10 years. Looking back, the wen offensive and military defense under Mao Zedong's call, as well as the rectification of chaos under the leadership of Deng Xiaoping, were all due to the times, and my father was only treated unfairly because of his overly strong personality. If it is replaced by the current era, based on the development of the market economy and the expansion of social space, the father will definitely have a better choice than retiring from illness, and a more comfortable old age than playing mahjong.
On the night of the cremation, there were only a few of our closest relatives. An hour ago, several students from a class of the 81st class of the junior high school came. According to them, according to local customs, relatives cannot participate in the movement of the remains. So, 4 of the boys carried their father from the memorial hall to the crematorium and escorted him on his last journey on earth. Guided by the funeral home celebrant, they joined us in completing our final farewell. For the first and last time, except as a child, I knelt down facing my father.
At this time, I feel that my father's life is very successful. This is the Father's Spirit in Heaven, which once guided me forward, and now he is leading me to continue to work hard.
2016,11,19