Mourn for my father for seven days and seven nights

165438+1October16 (October 12th of the lunar calendar), which unexpectedly became the memorial day of my father.

At 7: 40 in the morning, I was ready to go downstairs for a business trip. I saw four missed calls on my mobile phone, which belonged to Dajiefu. Hurry back to the past, I didn't expect the other end of the phone to tell me; Our dear father has left.

So sudden and cruel, the whole family was caught off guard! Hearing this news, I only have one word: "Huh?" Then stand in the same place for a long time, let the voice choke and let the tears flow!

You can only ask for leave from school, not travel. The leader told me not to drive, and I must pay attention to safety, saying that I don't have to worry about going to school!

The next step is to contact all relatives in Changsha, prepare some materials, invite the vehicles and time to go home. 10: 00, three cars set off home to see our father (grandfather, grandfather) separated by yin and yang.

Sitting on the bus home, I felt chest pain for the first time, real pain! I put my hand on my chest and tried to calm my emotions. However, as a college student "picked out" by my father with his hands and shoulders, my mind is extremely difficult to calm down.

Father1August 1938 15 was born in Jiangtian Village, Nanjing Township, Anhua County, 1964. With the construction of Zhexi Hydropower Station in the national "Ruby" project, all villagers in Nanjing Township responded to the call of the state and dispersed immigrants. My parents just carried a laundry list full of pots, pans and simple clothes, and went over the mountains from Xi 'an Town at the junction of Nanjing Township in Anhua County and Guanzhuang Town in Yuanling County to the highest mountain cliff in Guanzhuang Town in Yuanling County, and set up a hut. Since then, they have lived a life of leaving their hometown and starting from scratch!

Mom and dad cultivated land on the high mountain, relied on hard-working hands to eat and drink, and finally settled down. 1966, my first child, my sister, was born in that hut.

In any case, the living conditions on the mountain are extremely difficult. This is a place frequented by jackals and wild animals. My father's crops are often abandoned by wild boar, and there is no harvest all year round. My father told me that at the turn of summer and autumn, he spent most nights in a more humble hut. My father used the principle of triangle to build a shed with three branches, and then tied strong horizontal branches at an appropriate height to form a triangular flat layer. Father covered it with straw, and this became his sleeping place, with the purpose of raising wild boar. It is conceivable that such an environment, regardless of the danger, mosquito bites, hot and cold uncertainty has become the biggest difficulty, and father, in order to harvest, can eat anything.

Perhaps the conditions are too bad, or perhaps my father has always dreamed of building a better home. In the three years after he settled down, he and his mother worked while looking for a better place to live. /kloc-in the winter of 0/967, a brand-new four-door three-room wooden house was built. My father called this place "the mountain side". The house was built twice later. 1985, when I was in the fifth grade of primary school, my father built this wooden house with two bedrooms (for my two brothers), several warehouses and two hanging feet. Because this house is a single-family house, it takes half an hour to walk to the dense villages. In 20 14, my father mobilized our sisters to build a brick house at the foot of the mountain to support the elderly in order to facilitate my mother to play down the mountain every day. Although the house is not big, it can also help them spend their old age with good facilities.

Along the way, I kept thinking about it, and tears poured out again and again. The driver made an exception and smoked in the car. I don't know if it is to resist fatigue or complicated mood. He didn't bother me, leaving me alone to resolve this sudden change. Just tell me, and I'll call my son who is in college. My son will arrange a reasonable vacation according to the time of his grandfather's funeral. He cried on the phone and said he would come back to see grandpa off for the last time.

13: 42, three cars returning from Changsha entered the village entrance. On weekdays, I would roll down the window to greet the villagers, but today, I didn't.

I didn't have time to find my mother's whereabouts. I just ran to my father's coffin, knelt down, and cried out to my beloved father with tears in my face. Until other relatives advised us one by one that at this time, you need to take care of your mother more!

I just remembered to hug my mother! Mother looked unusually strong and said, you have all done your filial piety, and father won't blame you!

The more you talk, the more painful you are, and the more you regret it. Just at the beginning of the month, I passed by Guanzhuang, but I didn't come down to see my father. Because my father's birthday is on August 15, it's obviously better. He can fish in the village pond every day, occasionally heat a meal, and also have something he wants to eat. His emaciated body has obviously recovered.

Mother said that just yesterday, my father was still fishing, picking perilla and frying fish for later use.

But this morning, my mother got up at six o'clock, went to my father as usual and asked him, won't you get up today? I don't think so Do you still want to sleep today? I don't think so My mother was a little alert. She quickly touched my father's forehead and found a cold sweat. In a tight heart, I quickly called my second brother sitting in the living room and said that my dad is a little different today. You can call my dad again. However, the father can no longer respond to the call of his son and mother!

Father sat on the bed, with his back against the pillow and his hands in front of him, impartial, upright and peaceful! So that when he left, he didn't disturb any relatives!

This is our father who has been deeply admired all our lives: taking responsibility! Load! Tolerance! Do not ask for anything in return!

Never speak again! Just follow Mr. Nuo Opera to hold the first father-sending ceremony! Mr. Wang told us that all children should not cry at the first ceremony for their father, otherwise, our father would not be able to take a step on the road to bliss!

What kind of philosophical culture is this!

Relatives are coming one after another! The customs here, the closer you are, the sooner you arrive, expressing respect for the elderly and condolences to the filial sons and daughters!

Actually, last night, I still had a feeling. Woke up at 1 am and never fell asleep again. I can't say anything, but I can't sleep. I thought my sleep had dropped, and I wouldn't have thought that my father would silently say goodbye to us at the best time!

Looking at my father's kind photos and tears, I stayed up all night. My father! My daughter is here to accompany you and write the first text.

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165438+1October 17. Mom gets up at 6: 20 as usual. I leaned back on the sofa, dizzy. I believe my mother didn't sleep well last night, but the first thing she did after getting up was to pick up the broom, which made me sit up at once.

I tried to take my mother's broom and said you didn't have to do it. She didn't follow me. I watched her sweep across the area in front of my father's tomb. Subconsciously, I seem to understand my mother and let her do it. I'll get the mop quickly, and I can't let her mop the floor any more.

I adore my mother very much. Last night, I saw that my relatives at home needed more beds besides the children at the wake, so I moved the beds to my father's room to make room for the children who came home to have a better rest, and said that I was not afraid. This move shocked me again. As a mother, why is it so great?

As the father's funeral will be arranged in seven days, the younger generation who came back the first time yesterday need to readjust their holidays. At about eight o'clock, my niece Qingqing drove the other three sisters back to Changsha. When I told you to drive slowly, my sisters suddenly got wet eyes. Our family is like this. We inherit the tradition, respect the old and filial piety, unite as equals, care for each other and forge ahead!

Actually, this morning, I hesitated. School is very busy. By rights, I should go back to school. At least I can attend the rehearsal of the school sports meeting in the afternoon and manage the school sports meeting these two days. I can also attend online and offline parent-teacher conferences on Saturday, and then come back. But I still asked for leave and didn't come back to work. Because, I know in my heart that if I go back to Changsha, I will be distracted and I will be out of shape. It seems that I put the interests of the school first. In fact, I am fighting against my heart for nothing, which is not conducive to my work and fails to live up to the concern of all the leaders and colleagues in the school.

The second brother invited the hardware boss in the town early in the morning to saw off the closed railings in the corridor and set aside a space. Then he asked three or five people to transport fine sand and stones from the stream head, find some I-bricks and seal them with cement. After three hours of hard work, two new steps were built, which not only connected the road at the door, but also facilitated the handling of father's funeral.

My father was a man with a plan all his life. Today, I observed that when my second brother was building these two steps, he found a shoulder pole, dustpan, hoe, stone sieve, ash shovel, mud knife and bucket car from home. My sister said that my father said that he would work for him in the future, and everything was available at home, so we were not allowed to borrow from the east and the west. That's what he said and did!

A dozen guests came during the day, one of whom was an old man who immigrated from Xinhua like his father. He is several years older than my father. We call him uncle. I have mixed feelings when I watch such an old man salute in front of his father's coffin. At this moment, I am most afraid of my relatives in my hometown.

Two brothers in the family have properly discussed their father's affairs, and all villagers within miles of Fiona Fang have the same words: Let me know if I need help. The simple folk customs make me feel the unique leisure and friendliness of rural life, which is hard for long-lost people to understand so deeply.

In the evening, the family talked around the stove in front of their father's spirit. This is the scene that my father looked forward to countless times before his death. Perhaps this is his only wish when he leaves this life, and he will stay at home for a few more days!

At this point, I cried the next day.