真的很快,一眨眼,老爸走了一年。三百多天,一切历历在目,真的就像昨天发生的事。我记得,最后一次跟他聊天,他躺在病床上,胸腔积水,呼吸困难,问他,等病好了你想去哪儿啊?他说,回家。最后还是没能回家,从医院直接去的殡仪馆,火化的时候我也没敢去,怕万一崩溃,家里两个女人没法收场。他在家呆的最后一夜,是我们的新婚夜,婚礼原本是办给他看的,知道他不行了,赶紧挑日子,趁他还健在的时候办掉,也算了了桩心 Really fast, blink of an eye, father walked a year. Three hundred days, everything is vivid, really like what happened yesterday. I remember chatting with him for the last time. He was lying on his bed, his chest filled with water, his breathing difficulties and asked him, “Where are you going?” He said, going home. Finally failed to go home, go directly to the funeral parlor from the hospital, cremation I did not dare to go, afraid of collapse, two women at home unable to end. The last night he spent at home was our wedding night, and the wedding was originally for him to see. He knew he could not do anything and quickly picked up the days while he was still alive,