He strong request of his father, August 31 evening, the only son my father timberland outlet drove him back home (younger brother is also back), passing my house, I saw my father lying in the car can not move, pains, and I know that this is the last time his father came to my house, we can only meet in the car, my home on the fifth floor, my father had not up, my poor father, watching his daughter with a love of life, fighting back the pain, respectively, also advised me: Do not be sad, do not cry!
His father lived in the county hospital after 18 days determined to go home, he did not coach bags want to burden his children out! Life, the father had a strong bow to fate, he was tired, has been unable to fight with the disease it! September 18 back to the uncle, his father had many dreams that make him the place - his home. Seven 19 uncle said by telephone, your dad is bad, he did not want to treat it!
Then little brother (20), younger brother and I (21) have been driven to distraction to get home, my father became unconscious, and I call him crying like a child, like fingers in his face, my face coach bags outlet relying on his face: “Dad, how do you … you …” he said softly Enliaoyisheng, turned effortlessly look at me, saying only: Do not cry! Father in a little bit awake, always call him pain, every cry, my heart is like a knife and stabbed a bit painful! Father was a bag of bones .
Father, his last few days, I waited at his side, again in consultation with his father by touching muscles and sleep without pain in the back, clutching his stomach to listen to because of chronic hunger (in nearly four months can not eat a) issued the “cuckoo” sound, clear tears wet his quilt, his father how experiencing pain in the … ah … At 23:00 on the 24th more than a father day and night little brother back, his spirit suddenly get better, say many words. But - September 26 4:10 morning, this moment forever engraved in my mind, the father’s side of his sons and daughters, sons and daughters with infinite yearning, quietly closed his eyes … … I’d rather die! Since then, I did not father, no father’s love it! I write to you, I have cheap nike trainers broke down in tears, can not see the words on the computer! I am the only daughter of my father, but also his most loved one, although I am the boss, but in his father’s eyes, I was the youngest!
Father died the morning of the autumn rain pattering, God also for my father cry, almost a lifetime of suffering sigh father: for the children who worked hard to run around forever, you can enjoy life the illness but was mercilessly tortured! Son said: my grandfather must go to heaven, because my grandfather so good! Father in heaven, you know? You are my piece of heaven. Now, a heavens! My heart is broken. The pain cheap jordan shoes of parting me awake at night! However, I can not follow you to go, I promise you, I will be strong to go on living .
Father, rest in peace! Although you have left me, this life I can not hear your voice, never see your smiling face, but you will always live in my heart! I will always miss you, you are that tall figure and the kind of smile has long been seared in my mind … … Often say that father is a mountain, tall and majestic; father is a puddle of water, hidden; father prada sunglasses is a hands caress us through the seasons; and father is a tear, a drop of saturated temperature of tears.