It was wonderful to have a dad, and even better to have a kind, capable dad. But such a wonderful thing can only be fixed in my memory forever, the past has gone with the wind, leaving only endless thoughts.
Every year in winter, I always remember him roasting by the fireplace, and when he was about to go out, once he opened the door, he saw the plum blossoms blooming, the leaves returning to green, and the swallows flying back; at that time, he would always rub his hands and inhale his nose; and then he happily said to us, "Well, the weather's getting warmer." That look was very cute and kind. I will always remember this scene.
There is no greater sorrow in life than to lose one's closest loved ones, especially a child on whom one is so dependent. People don't know how to cherish what they have, and they only know how valuable it is when they lose it. In the days after my father's departure, I often confessed that I did not treat my father well, and did not cherish this rare and precious love between father and daughter, if God can give me a chance again, I will cherish and treat it well. However, it is too late, too late, I often knocked at the heavens: why not give me one more chance? I often regretted myself.
Dad was taken away by disease. I thought that death might be a relief for Dad at that time. But I know very well that my father's love of life was so great that he didn't want to die, and he still had a lot of ideals that he hadn't yet realized, so how could he go? However, the disease took him away from us. I think when dad left, must be wide open eyes, how he wanted to see his loved ones, touch the lovely children, see everything in the world, but ...... dad is so full of regrets went, hurry and hurry.
When I rushed home from school, the home is already cold and quiet, looking at the home which is already a thing of the past, my heart is so sad that I can't shed a single tear. Sadly, I couldn't even see my father for the last time. Grandma comforted me: "child, don't be sad, don't cry, your father is going to heaven, because he is a good man." I believed my grandmother's words, my father was straightforward, eager to help others, he never took things personally, and he also knew a lot of various handicrafts, so how could I not be heartbroken when such a capable father passed away like this? What's more, my youngest brother was less than 10 years old at that time, losing his father's love at a young age. Looking at my little brother's understanding, my heart was so sad. However, soon the loving grandmother also followed the grandfather away, no one to tell me about my father's childhood.
Dad left and took away all my happiness. The year from his illness to his death was like a dream, a dream that could never be believed; I always felt that he would come back, step in from the small fenced yard of our house, and shout: "I'm back--" Such a familiar, kind voice seemed to ring in my ears forever, never to be heard. I'm not sure if I've ever heard it before, but I'm sure it's a good thing that I have.
The children who have a father are really happy, others have a warm home, but I have nothing. Whenever I see other children being pampered like a little princess by their loving fathers, I feel so sad and want to shed tears.
Without my father, I learned to heal my wounds and walk by myself, although I cried when I fell; but I was not depressed, losing my father was not terrible, what was terrible was losing my confidence in life. This is life's sharpening of me, and the child without a father is slowly growing up. In front of others I never show sadness, I want to let others know: I also have a father to love. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, those lies during the day became so pale and powerless, I know I want to dad, tears will be unstoppable downstream, how can not stop. There was a long time, I could not walk out of this shadow without Dad, is the long river to help me fade the wound.
While Dad didn't care much about our schooling and was a bit grumpy, he just told us that everything was up to us. He just told us to rely on ourselves for everything, and whenever we got good grades, he showed his usual smile and encouraged us to work harder in the future. Although my dad didn't have much money and wasn't as capable as others, I still wanted my dad back, and with him, I wasn't afraid of anything; after losing my dad, I realized what a heartbreaking and sad thing it was to be without him. A child with a father is really happy, I want to have that lost father's love again, I really want to call "Dad" again, but that kind of day will not come back.
For my father's departure, I have not been able to let go of myself, although the old and the sick and the dead is human nature, just some of the suffering will be to the immature soul to bring great harm.
May all the people in the world cherish and care for themselves and their parents between that rare and precious father-daughter love, mother-son love, do not let the loss of only know, but also wish all the parents in the world are happy.