I don't think I want to accept the fact that my fourth aunt died. My mind is still thinking about my recent meeting with her-taking my son, driving, putting the back seat down, and my son's road car.
This happened three years ago. I went to Datong to see my fourth aunt. Fourth Aunt was very happy and took us to visit her second uncle and second sister Su Ping at Golden Beach.
By then, she had been fighting cancer for seven years. We once thought that she was at peace with cancer. Except for her new hair, her habit of believing in Buddhism and occasionally going to the temple to worship is no different from the original. During this period, she came to Hohhot several times, and we met many times in her hometown.
When we meet in Shangdu, we usually have an oatmeal noodle together, which is our common food and childhood memory. ...
There is also a common memory, that is, her alma mater Gehua Middle School. When she was in high school, I spent my childhood in the yard of Gehua Middle School. At the end of spring that year, before summer came, we went to Ge Hua's alma mater, and I drove with her. Let's recall the interesting things of that year and look for the shadow of that year. I have a deep memory of Gezhong's love, and I have a lot of feelings when I revisit my old place! That year was 20 17, and my fourth aunt, who seldom sent a circle of friends, took a lot of photos, sent a photo of Jiugongge, and matched this passage. And her circle of friends has not been updated.
Every time I open the WeChat address book, because Sisi Lee's name comes first, I will see the old poplar trees with less lush foliage in Gehua Middle School and the old houses with abandoned middle school classrooms. And fourth aunt's kind smile.
We seem to have forgotten that she is a cancer patient, at least I am. I will always see her kind smile. Do things in an orderly way.
Fourth Aunt is the youngest of her mother and sisters. In fact, I never call her aunt, and there is no order. I recently dug up the diary I wrote 30 years ago. One of them is about aunt.
I love her deeply, between the lines. She is always optimistic, smiling and whispering. In my childhood, in the years of Gehua, I was as heavy in my heart as my mother. Otherwise, why, when I dream of something I love, I must dream that she gave it to me?
I may never want to ruin this beautiful image. When I learned that she was seriously ill, I only sent her a few WeChat messages. Tell her I'll see her after the college entrance examination. I faltered that my son's college entrance examination was coming. My heart is just an illusion. How could she get sick?
Sadly, she didn't appear until I took my son to see her on a road bike. I have some regrets.
Father replied to his cousin after learning the news of his aunt's death:
Two weeks after my son's college entrance examination, we attended my aunt's funeral. The funeral was extremely simple, which was her last wish.
Looking at the old mother whispering "Never see her again", I was in tears when I said goodbye to her little sister.
I am very reluctant to give up her, but I can't see her pain at all when I think that she still leaves me such an optimistic smile and kind eyes. Her image in my heart is so perfect, I still have some comfort.
I even stopped when she 18 years old, wore pigtails and studied in Gehua High School. When I was just able to take black and white photos, I took photos of the whole family with my uncle and aunt. Aunt stood by, revealing the most brilliant beauty. Although at that time, my grandfather had just died and my aunt was crying very swollen, she was still very beautiful.
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July 20th, 2065438 +09
to be continued