April 2019 was a dark time in my life

How the father lived after the death of the mother

After sending his mother away, his father was noticeably much older. The ears were a little back, the body was also rickety, the original one meter eight big man, became so thin, the face was much thinner. Without taking care of his mother's burden, he should have enjoyed life leisurely, but his father's spirit of thriftiness and thriftiness, he did not eat, drink and have fun, but chose to work part-time to earn living expenses. In the last year of his life, my father insisted on working every day.

On that day, my father also left

April 2019 was a day I will never forget. At about six o'clock in the evening, the weather suddenly changed suddenly. The wind howled, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the rainy days for several consecutive days were full of strength, and at that moment it broke out. Large raindrops of beans fell from the sky, and the door of the store was blown apart in an instant. As if a pair of invisible hands pushed the door open with force, my heart jerked and I took a breath of cool air. At this moment, the eldest sister called and said that my father had a car accident and was in the county hospital.

I rushed desperately to the hospital, and when I saw my father for the first time, there was an ominous feeling. When it was over, his legs were weak and he sat paralyzed on a hospital bench. Mu Ne for a long time, I want to cry without tears. After more than an hour of rescue, my father's rescue was ineffective, and he still left us.

He did not have time to say goodbye to his children, so he left us forever. Since then, the word father has disappeared from my dictionary, and we can no longer see the back of my father.

It can be said that his life was ordinary and tortuous, dying of accidents, maybe no accidents, maybe no maybe. It turns out that the indicators of the father's autopsy report are normal, and if it were not for this accident, the father would have to live for five years, ten years... This was my father's life.

A word from Confucius lingered in my ears, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and the son wants to raise and kiss. May all people be able to cherish the present.