Legend of the Tang Dynasty

October 17, 2014 was destined to be a sad day. My stern, upright and kind father passed away. The disaster was so sudden that it was unacceptable and even unbelievable. I always felt that this was a nightmare! As long as someone wakes me up, everything is still fine. Me You can even feel that he is still reading under the light of the dining table, watching TV in the bedroom, or sleeping, busy in the kitchen... In short, he still exists in the places where he usually appears. My father has been in very good health recently. He became keen on riding a bicycle for exercise. That morning, he rode his bicycle to the park to visit the bookstalls and bought a few books for himself. He came home around ten o'clock in the morning and sat on the sofa with a magnifying glass He was reading a book in the mirror. When he was reading, he was very happy. While reading, he said: "These two books are so good that adults can read them as well as children." At about half past ten, my mother poured him a cup of bitter melon tea. He picked up the cup and drank a few sips. Then he looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "It's ten o'clock. It's time for me to cook." Then he put down the cup and came to the kitchen, talking to my mother as he walked. My father said, "I'm not going out for a run this afternoon. You soak the towel and quilt. I'll wash the towel and quilt for you in the afternoon." My mother said, "I have a washing machine, so you don't need to wash it." Then my father started cooking. He first heated up the steamed buns, and then put the ribs into the water to boil. On the cooked side, around eleven o'clock, my father was probably looking down to see if the ribs in the pot were cooked, but he suddenly fell down! Without any warning, my mother was watching TV in the living room and heard a "pop" from the kitchen. She thought it was something falling, so she got up and said, "What's wrong?" When she walked into the kitchen, she found my dad lying on the floor with his lips turning purple. I rushed to the hospital thirty minutes later and saw my father lying on the hospital bed. Two male doctors were desperately performing heart compressions on him, but the doctor at the door whispered to my mother that there was no hope. I was unwilling to give in. I went up to do heart compressions for my father. His body was still warm and soft, but he was unconscious. I pressed hard, hoping that he would just faint and wake up, but he didn't. A nurse whispered: "Don't do this. It won't save him, it will just make him suffer." After hearing this, I was completely desperate. From this moment on, I burst into tears! Because I know that the fate between father and son in this life is over, and I will never see him again or hear his voice again. We have been separated forever in the world of mortals. My mother came over crying and held my father's head and kept calling him: "Old Shang, Old Shang, what's wrong with you? You haven't eaten yet." But my father could no longer answer her. He slept peacefully, and all the relatives could no longer suppress their sorrow. Later, the emergency doctor told my mother that my father actually went there a few seconds after he fell, and all the rest of the rescue was just a matter of talking to everyone. At noon, the meal that the granddaughters ate at home when they returned from school was what their father cooked for them at the last moment of his life! ! In order to prepare for the funeral, I went home to get things. Looking at the food that was still warm, my brother and I burst into tears. The only thing that makes the living happy is that his father did not experience any pain when he left. His children were obedient and filial, and they worked well. His granddaughters were well-behaved and smart, and he did not have any worries. What makes it difficult for me to let go is that when I first started writing the novel, I told him that one day I would become a god. My father was very happy. However, until he left, I did not become a god. This is really a pity. However, I know that my father does not care. Whether I become a god or not does not matter to him. What matters is that I am happy. When sorting out computer files, my brother and I sadly discovered that in recent years, I had not left any film and television materials for my father! I regret very much why I didn't take a photo of my dad and why I didn't record a voice message for my dad when I called him. So now I can't even hear his voice! The son wanted to be raised but refused to be kissed. It wasn't until his father left that I felt this. Dad, it's a long way to heaven, but it's a good journey.