I have seen a boy send a text message every day to his mother who has been dead for ten years for ten years;
I have seen a grandma spend forty years eating three meals a day, waiting for someone who will never come home;
I saw a veteran, who spent the whole night tapping with his only moving finger, and said "Don't be afraid" to his wife who passed away thirty years ago;
I also saw an 8-year-old girl holding 998 stars, waiting for a mother who would never come to pick her up.
Each of them was just a little bit closer to reaching perfection.
Me too.
I wrote all these stories in my deathbed journal.
Some people say these stories are too painful.
But I know that behind the pain is the tenderness they have hidden all their lives, and the love they try their best to keep.
The most painful thing in the world is never loss.
I was just a little bit close to being able to keep you.
I tried my best, but I still couldn't say goodbye to you properly.
Purpose: Focus on the various aspects of life at the end of life, write down the "little bits" of regrets and tenderness in ordinary people's lives, complete reconciliation with oneself and regrets in the narrative of life and death, and heal everyone who is moving forward with difficulties.