Worst day

My dad passed away today on Tanabata morning 2019. Now that I was tired of crying, I searched for the same brother, and the result was really there. My dad had congenital heart disease and heart failure. Since the first half of this year, I have lived in the hospital for half a year. The body was swollen, sores were broken, and the eyes were pierced by needles.

Last night I got up at night, and Dad was still talking to me. I didn't eat breakfast to go to work in the morning, my dad was fine, got up and sat down. Mom and Dad ate breakfast, drank porridge, Mom went to the vegetable market across the road outside the community to buy vegetables, less than half an hour, came back to find Dad leaning on the chair, head pulling, out of gas. He was only 56 years old.

I was about to go to work when I arrived at the unit, and my mother called, whimpering and crying, and asked me to hurry back and ask her if she had called 120.

I immediately felt that something was wrong, and they had notified me until they were hospitalized for fear of my work distractions. I felt at the time that my home was incomplete from then on. Hurry back to the hospital, the doctor said he had gone. The Son wants to raise and does not wait.

I am now resting in the funeral home family room to send this answer

May my father be well in the next life and no more sickness and suffering.