People say that I miss love every festive season, these days I suffer in missing, this sentence in the past few days let me finally understand and understand its meaning. My father and I have been apart for more than seven months. I wonder if he is happy and happy in heaven. Countless thoughts under the night sky, how many meetings in dreams, how many memories of the past, today I want to use a pen to record my guilt, to call my father with affection, to bless my father with heart, and to miss my father with words. Can not forget my father's inculcation to me, can not forget my father's ardent expectations of me.
When I think of my father, my guilt, sadness and pain hidden for many years can not be experienced by others. When I finished writing the title "missing Dad", tears poured down.
When I was young, my father was a great husband with his head held high, and his broad mind kept out the wind and rain for us. His kind eyes care for our growth. In my young heart, my father is a towering tree, whether it is heavy rain or thunder and lightning, as long as we are by my father's side, we feel very safe and warm. I remember graduating from high school that year. At that time, the family was not as well-off as it is now. There were only two bikes at home, one for my mother and one for my father. While my father was resting at home, I secretly rode my bike out. I only knew how to play with my friends. I didn't know when the car was lost. You know, at that time, a bike was a valuable thing. I dared not go home and stayed out late. Later, my father took me back. When he knew about it, he didn't say anything, but gently stroked my hair and said, "lose it and save the money from disaster." At that moment, I was no longer afraid, but more dependent on my father.
With the passage of time, we all grow up. Just when my brother and sister had just figured out how to run a family and were ready to try their best to repay their parents' upbringing, my sky began to get dark. On May 9 this year, Dad was admitted to the hospital because of chronic bronchitis. After many examinations by doctors, we were told that Dad had cancer. The family gave Dad the best medicine but failed to save the old man's life. On the evening of May 26, Dad went into a coma. At the moment when the doctor and nurse tried their best to save Dad and close his eyes, the little nephew ran into the ward crazily. "Grandpa, look at Dad's body and shout: Grandpa, look at me." Grandpa, why don't you wait for me to finish college? Grandpa, wake up, look at me suddenly. I was surprised to see my father open one eye, although only one, but I know that he is the last strength of life, in his open eye I read that my father is so eager for life! He misses his relatives. I hate heaven's outright injustice and cruelty! When I tried desperately to hold back but failed to face my father with tears, he looked very calm, even with a smile on his face. What a smile that is!
The never-giving-up father fell down. The night I left, I wiped his face with hot water. He seemed to have something to say to me, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say it. He wanted to write, but he couldn't move his hands. Some of them just clung to my hands. At that time, my tears could not help falling as your most beloved daughter, you did not leave me a word about the future. I knelt beside my father and cried bitterly, even if I shed tens of thousands of tears, I could not repay my father for his kindness to me, and my thousands of cries could not call back my father. Dad! Dad, did you just leave me quietly?
Dad really left, leaving me forever with pain. At that moment, I realized the fragility of life and realized the moment of life and death. Dad, you have gently left, step by step lonely figure, a year of wind and frost has covered your smiling face, spring and autumn your love has been silent. You have given me all your love and the whole world, but now I can no longer know your joys and sorrows. Dad, how much I want to tell you that I have always understood your silent love. You have planted a thick and deep root in my heart. May you rest in peace! Everything my daughter has done has made a deep impression on you. Wherever I go, your love will always flow in my blood. With such love, I will pursue it forever. I don't know if Dad is doing well in the paradise where people come and go. But the daughter still wants to say: dad, how are you in heaven? My daughter misses you, do you hear me? At the moment, I have burst into tears
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