Everyone has a mother. If her mother is alive, she is happy; if her mother is gone, how sad it is. When my mother was alive, it couldn't be easier to sit with my mother and chat with her whether or not I had anything to do, and talk about what was on my mind. If you miss your mother, go and see her. Mom, I can never see enough. Mom, I can never think enough.
If you have a mother, you will always be a child. If you have a mother, the family will always be cohesive. A week ago, my mother was gone, she left! Left us forever. In the past, I saw that "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the son wants to be filial but does not treat his relatives". This sentence seems to be said to others. What does it have to do with myself? Now, my mother is gone. I look for my mother wherever I want, and honor her wherever I want. Now I only regret that I spent too little time with my mother. I even think about whether I am an unfilial son, and I always feel that the time I spend with my mother is not enough.
When I saw the towel my mother had used, I burst into tears. I held the towel in my hand and covered my face with all my strength, letting my tears soak the towel as much as I could, as if my mother’s face was pressed against mine. Throwing away the towel is like leaving your mother's face, it's heartbreaking and uncomfortable, mother! Where are you? I miss you! Did you know? We can't live without you.
Seeing the small satchel used by my mother, I rummaged through the small comb inside, and gently took out the small mirror lying inside, and looked at myself with tears on my face, as if I was with my mother again. My mother loves to be clean, and she is very particular about it. She is over eighty, and she always has her hair dyed and her hair styled.
Some people say that people have premonitions of death, but I don’t think so. My mother was just talking to me, and she passed away without knowing it. She is very nostalgic for this world. The key is to miss her relatives. She is reluctant to leave. If she knew she was leaving, she would cry. Without crying, she really didn't know she was leaving.
An hour before my mother passed away, I asked my mother who I was. She moved her lips slightly and her weak voice was very clear, "You are my second child." My daughter said, "Grandma, I am a fruit." "Fruit," she nodded and smiled. After a brief period of shortness of breath, my mother closed her eyes and walked away quietly, as if she was asleep.
We are calling, mother... mother... wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Brother sobbed, he lost his mother!
My sister is sobbing, my mother will not wake up! Mother...my mother! …
Mom’s favorite little milk cake, my sister burst into tears, Mom...why did you just leave me and leave! Mom...
My brother said that my mother didn’t bring her small mobile phone. My sister said that I don’t put anything with iron in it. My mother always uses this little mobile phone with ease.
When my mother was still alive, she often talked on the phone to her elder sister in Taiyuan and her second sister at home, and she always had endless things to say. I am not in good health, so I always tell my sisters to take care of themselves. When I called my niece in Shangzhuang, I still had endless things to say. Every time I receive a call from my children, I always say, "Don't worry about your work. At work, you must listen to your leaders, have a good relationship with your comrades, and don't miss your mother. Doing a good job is more important than anything else!" Don't worry about your mother, she is very good! She was always thinking about this and that, but she didn't think about herself. She endured the severe pain of arthritis by herself.
A few months ago, my mother imagined that one day she would leave. She said she would leave quietly. After closing her eyes, no one would disturb her for eight hours. She would leave quietly. Get some sleep, clean up your hometown, and then go back.
She said that after she left, she would not cause trouble to others, do not fuss, fold paper, steam offerings, invite a theatrical troupe, wear heavy mourning, set up a ceremonial room, or accept gifts.
She left immediately in front of her children. Unknowingly, they spent the New Year together, but could not wait until the New Year. On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, at 21:12, she left forever Got us.
When I heard that someone passed away in the past, I always said that his (her) death was a great loss! If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have such strong feelings. Now, it's my turn to grieve. I deeply feel that my mother's death is a huge loss to the entire family!
Only a mother can have a family, a mother can have confidence, and a mother herself will never grow up.
Having a mother is the cohesion of brothers and sisters, having a mother is the spiritual support, and having a mother is the true perception that embodies the true feelings of the world. How painful it is to miss your mother!
The fourth day of the twelfth lunar month is my mother’s birthday. My mother said that the four of you sisters and eight of your daughter-in-law and son-in-law should have a meal together. Because of the epidemic, there should be no more than ten people. The boss said, be obedient! The juniors wanted to spend her birthday with her, but they all knew that she was serious and persistent, so they didn't spend her birthday with her. Who knew that twenty days later, it would be her memorial day. Some regrets can be made up for, while some regrets can never be recovered.
On my mother’s birthday, everyone helped me sit up, set up a small table on the bed, and put the birthday cake on it. My sister-in-law and my wife gently put in the candles, and my little sister put the cake that had been prepared in advance. Eight red scarves were draped around their necks, posing in different poses, snuggling next to their mother, taking pictures. My mother treats her daughter-in-law like a daughter and her son-in-law like a son. Everyone sang birthday songs together to wish my mother the best.
My mother has been bedridden for a long time and her body is weak. She can no longer blow out the candles, so everyone will blow out the candles with her! Mom closed her eyes and made a wish. Although she didn't ask her what she wished for, the slightly stiff smile on her face revealed her inner satisfaction and joy!
My mother has suffered from arthritis for many years, her joints are swollen, her fingers are deformed, and she has difficulty moving. My sister held my mother’s hand and cut the cake piece by piece. The cake oil was smeared on everyone’s face, and the family was enjoying themselves. I asked my mother, are you happy? She smiled and said, happy! Happy!
My mother is always optimistic. A few years ago, she celebrated her birthday at my sister’s house. She was hunched over and dancing the labor dances she had learned when she was young, including the hoeing dance, the wheat-cutting dance, and the picking dance. Dancing, humming little songs from time to time, leisurely singing and dancing the happy farm family, making the whole family laugh.
When my niece got married, my mother composed her own Allegro, recalling the bitterness of the old society, the sweetness of the new society, and the kindness of the Party. The relatives and friends present were extremely amazed. It turned out that my mother had such a high political consciousness. He can speak such a fluent dialect allegro. No matter how hard he is, he still wants to make fun for his children and grandchildren.
My mother has a hard life. She lost her father as a child, her husband in middle age, and her grandmother died tragically. She has been suffering from rheumatoid arthritis for decades, and has been soaking in medicine jars for decades. As long as it is conducive to the treatment, She can afford any hardship. I remember a folk doctor said that using bees to fight poison with poison can cure arthritis. My mother used more than a hundred bees to prick her joints. The area around the joints was so red and swollen that we couldn’t stand it. She smiled bitterly and said, "My mother is not afraid of pain!" In order to cure the disease, my mother can endure it!
My mother has been bedridden for three years and spends her days looking at the ceiling. She knew that Linzhou was building a national civilized city. A few months ago, she insisted and asked to go to the streets for a look. Her brother pushed her in a wheelchair and looked at all the streets that had been renovated on the Linzhou front. She said you guys You have to follow the leader well. I don’t even recognize Lin Zhou anymore. In those days, she could not close her mouth from ear to ear and had long forgotten her illness.
In the production team, she raised pigs for the collective, worked diligently, and was rated as a model worker many times. My mother was a good tailor and always helped the neighbors sew clothes. Every Spring Festival eve, the sound of sewing machines would be heard all night long. I would often wake up in the middle of the night while she was still rushing to make clothes. She took us to cut grass, pick up manure, bulldoze soil, push manure, dig sweet potatoes, and scoop manure in the pig pen with bare feet, which helped us develop the habit of loving labor since childhood.
In the early 1980s, after the family built a house, there was really no food in the rice vat, so my mother traveled to the villages around the county to pick up wheat ears to make up for the lack of food in the family. After my father passed away, the family's life became even more difficult. My mother and my sister, who had a disabled leg, went to sell chrysanthemums and fresh vegetables to others, while the family's vegetable pickers struggled to survive.
Without a father, my mother often told her children that you should strive for success and don’t embarrass your dead father. Until all of them were admitted to school, ate commercial food, and were assigned jobs, she Only then did he show a happy smile. But my mother became ill due to overwork and suffered from arthritis, which made her suffer for decades.
My mother doesn’t have sweet words or too much preaching. She always considers problems from the perspective of others. She has always been charitable and charitable throughout her life. No matter how poor she is, she would like to give all her good things to her neighbors for the sake of others. This grandma often complained that her mother neglected her family.
Mothers are great, and all mothers in the world are great! We grow up day by day. When we reach middle age, we will know how to repay our mother's kindness by raising children, and when we reach middle age, we will cherish the days and nights with our mother.
Although my mother has not been to school for more than a few days, she loves to learn. If she doesn’t know a word, she will look it up in the dictionary. My mother’s little notebook is filled with the birthdays and times of her children, grandchildren, relatives and friends.
My mother is filial. Her grandparents lost their children in old age, and she lost her husband in middle age. She always served every meal to the elderly, and she did so for decades without any regrets. She has inherited thousands of years of traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, and has infected future generations through words and deeds. Each of her children and grandchildren pursues the tenet of putting filial piety first.
My mother is diligent and frugal. She is reluctant to spend the money given to her by her children and grandchildren. She said that after she left, the funeral would be simple. According to her will, it turned out that the 10,000 yuan she had prepared in advance was enough. Funeral expenses do not place any additional burden on children and grandchildren.
My mother left, she left so hastily, so calmly, and so calmly. Her children and grandchildren owe her too much and cannot make up for their kindness to her!
If there is a spirit in heaven, can my mother hear the calls of her children and grandchildren? If there is a heaven, can my mother see the longing and sadness of her children and grandchildren? Mom, rest in peace! You will always live in the hearts of your children, grandchildren and all younger generations! Just like a few days before my mother's death, her four-year-old great-grandson held her hand in front of the bed and said, "Grandma, we will always love you!"
Both grandsons were working in other places and were mourning. It was just over half a day. For the sake of epidemic prevention and control, I regretted not attending my grandma’s funeral. I could only pray for her silently from the bottom of my heart!
Many relatives and friends did not rush to attend my mother’s funeral, which left me with regrets. I would like to thank all the relatives and friends who cared about my mother!
Mom, I miss you!
Galaxy Bay
February 14, 2021
18:46
Diary
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