It was only after I died that he knew he had a child, and he knew he loved me.
In the first year after my death, he came to see me every day, holding my tombstone and crying heartily, begging to come back and love him again.
In the second year after my death, he came once a week with a look of sorrow on his face and said he missed me very much.
Three years after my death, he came to see me holding my favorite sunflower and said that he could no longer hold on...
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you