Just when we had a family reunion back in the Mid-Autumn Festival to prepare. Wife, Pearl of the most famous local hotel booked a large lotus seed paste moon cake, daughter picked and chose online shopping mall, bought a purple-red Chinese-style clothes, and his son asked a friend to buy a root in the sea of imported refined cane glass . While I was immersed in the newly published collection of essays put, a screen write another decent selection of articles related to the mother, will be the manner in which the sun rises in the morning is to choose, the spirit of Jue sparkle when the mother when or when the full moon night is the use of dialect or Mandarin as the mother of the excitement of reading the most appropriate Franshion was going on, specially to the Weather Bureau's friends telephoned, consulting Mid-Autumn Festival is around the typhoon to a tropical disturbance. All livestock potential momentum around this time of Mid-Autumn Festival. Mother suddenly sick! Early autumn evening, when she was in the bathroom washing roar then fell to the ground, unconscious. From that moment on, the mother can no longer stand tough foot on home soil body.
Mother is ill, in critical condition, an ambulance rushed to the county seat from 120 hospitals. After diagnosis, the mother had a severe compression lumbar spinal bone hyperplasia, through the brain is down to the legs on the fix to endanger life. Director of surgery, eighty-year-old senior, have high blood pressure, surgery is not good to do, and got to take the conservative treatment of it! His words, twisters is conceding, not saved. People often bolt from the blue, Huocongtianxiang to describe the sudden crisis and tragedy. Mercedes-Benz rushed to the hospital thousands of miles from the non-stop to see the mother at first glance, I feel there is a vaguely ominous in the intensive care unit around the mother's wound. Slash or the no longer variables. Our hearts like a knife hinges, tears. Incorrigible mother anxious, even at homes million in exchange for gold has to go to a miracle. We asked the hospital to full treatment mother, do not believe God would not let his mother even this Mid-Autumn Festival with us before.
Gradually the mother's vascular congestion, dizziness old eyes can still lively and awake brain cells. We hear the call of her, and we wish she remembered clear. She will not give up the moon and the moon to their sons, an unprecedented day of reunion. Patience is the mother quietly steady failing usual style, even pain, as thousands of scorpions in the mad needle bar her spine, her reflection is only hum, alas, not shouting Let the children heartache. This is also the mother died also requires a life full of self dignity. She asked the doctor gave her medication, and drug quality, multi-bit hanging bottles, not for anything else on for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although life if hanging wire, or the children of family in mind. Dian linked to her and live with "a group of simple, Taoyuan sister "--------- the oldest maternal aunt who worship Xian.
The poor mother ECG, oxygen bottles, blood pressure devices with the help of tenacious fight with the disease for seven days. Last night when the moonlight falls on the eighth day window frames on the ward, she stumbled to her sons and daughters of waiting, said: "Let's go home, can not stay here, and your father come back tomorrow from the north, the family did not individuals, He did not key out of the house. " After a while she said: "You hear me, your father and friends playing the violin is" forward, forward, ... ... that the first 'People's Liberation Army march', he would this song, no other capability . "" Hey, your father has lost tunic buttons, sim girl, to take the sewing kit, fast! ... ... "Said the mother to paste dizzy and fatigued, she dreamed of a dead father for many years, living somewhere in the search for fragments of the past and scenarios. Mother cried to go home, when the seconds of life she felt no longer , we're not willing to give up though, but to reason and to love we must close the corridor leading to all fantasies, ironing her mother's body temperature and weak hot breath, go home, go home.
The next day at 12 noon. Passed mother died in the halls of the old house. Has completed her eighty-six years of her life, separated from us, yin and yang mile!
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