It's dead...
My father died.
Even though I was doing so well, even though I had tests, it was only a little over 2 months since my illness was discovered. It was surprisingly quick.
I was afraid this would happen, so I said let's talk. But they didn't take those words head-on.
My father was a really amazing person. We have also volunteered a lot in the community. There are still many projects left that my father started, and regional ties have also been created. The funeral home surprised me when it was the first funeral where so many local people gathered. I was told many times by strangers that my dad was really indebted to me.
Since I was a kid, I've been handling consultation calls to my father many times. I've been listening to their stories so much that I'm amazed.
At last, I had never heard such grumbling words, such as painful or painful, until the end. My doctor told me many times that I think I'm already in quite a bit of pain. Right before I passed away, I woke up with my back straight every morning, prepared myself, and woke up saying good morning.
After exhausting my strength, the last thing I did the day I went out to the garden was to plant flowers. It seems that they laughed that this flower will bloom beautifully in spring. Since my father passed away, it has bloomed beautifully.
When my father made reforms so that everyone could work more freely, a very welcoming voice was raised from the field, but it seems that he was violently taunted by his predecessor. It seems that the surroundings were quite upset, but it seems that my father handled it brilliantly and calmly until the end. was everything okay? When my mother called out, she said, “I'm not going to be discouraged by this,” and it seems that she laughed.
Once upon a time, there was a time when I couldn't go to school. My father didn't change anything in my everyday life, but he silently took me to work because I was locked up at home. Every day I silently helped with work, ate lunch at my father's favorite restaurant, worked again in the afternoon, and went home. I didn't say anything in particular, but I've always been grateful for that time.
I don't have a personality where I can stay still, so at the end I said that I would start something new again, even over there, and left.
I wanted to talk more.
Yes... I just wanted to talk more with you.
Why aren't they there anymore?
