My mom died, my mom died, what should I do?

Don't be sad! Everyone will leave their mother sooner or later, and you still have a long way to go, so you have to hold on! Go on with optimism! Your mother doesn't want you to cry now, be strong! (Hug.)

Everyone goes through this kind of parting from life and death, but for you, this moment comes a little earlier....Actually, I can't tell you that you don't want to be sad or anything like that, because the pain in your heart is certain, but what I want to tell you is that you should be strong and work hard in the future...In this way, the deceased will be comforted and happy for you, in fact, your mother has never left you, because she will always be in your heart

I also have the same experience as you, I love my mother very, very much, this kind of pain is something that most people can't understand, it's been almost 4 years, I still can't get rid of this pain, from time to time I think of the happy times in the past, but I can only think in my heart, who can I share that feeling with? I don't know how to comfort you, because I can't let go of myself

This is life, since there is no escape, you should face it bravely! I've had the same experience as you, so adjust yourself and live optimistically, which is what your mom wants to see!

Condolences change! I believe that tomorrow will be better! Think of your dad!

That's the reality, 8 words to you.

Is there anyone you are so bored.

You're cursing your mother

Then you are still in the mood to roll online.

Are you from Jinan? I know you.

The owner of the grass building** I hope you die early and surpass your life.

It has been eleven years since my mother died. Time flies so fast, I'm almost numb. There was no meeting or goodbye, and she left so suddenly, in such a hurry, so hastily that the last time I saw her, it was a face that I didn't recognize.

I wanted to just leave her, even though eleven years later, that thought was even stronger. My mother was the sun in my life, and after that day there was no sun in my life.

I let corruption spread, and I let my heart get moldy. In the place where my mother is buried, there is a river, I remember that I learned to swim in that river, and every summer, there will be rape flowers blooming by the river, and the smell is very beautiful. I would go every month to talk to my mother, and I was afraid of being lonely, and I was afraid that she would feel lonely.

I was lonely, so I also knew that she was lying there alone than I was. The happiness of the happy people is the same, and the unhappy people have their own misfortunes.

It is a custom in the family to burn everything of the deceased person after three years to represent the person's reincarnation and reincarnation. Mother should have walked across the Nai He Bridge, Mom, don't drink Meng Po soup, you won't be able to remember me if you drink it.

The world is still alive, missing relatives at the end of life, missing friends who will never see each other again, missing lovers who have to be separated, missing the lost time and the good old days of beautiful relatives.

There are not many times in one's life that you have to face a stream of blood, and there are not many burns, cuts, and falls in your body - and even if you get these injuries, they heal quickly, and you know more and more how to avoid the next one; Only the pain brought by this parting injury is sometimes overwhelming, sometimes deep, and the suppression lasts for a lifetime. All you know is that it is going to visit you again and again, torment you, and you have nothing to do, so you hold your head and give up your resistance. In the end, one death becomes the pain of parting for others.

As an ordinary person, I can neither comfort myself nor comfort you, so I will live well: to experience the different sorrows and sweets in this life, to get used to the many calmness and uneasiness in this life, and to be indifferent to the endless helplessness and relief in this life.

What else can I do to deal with accepting reality, my mother died of advanced lung cancer for 1 and a half years, before I didn't want to let myself be idle, I was desperately busy, so tired that I didn't want to fall asleep, maybe someone needs the company of others at this time, and I don't need to, rough Zen calls if I really can't control myself thinking about my mother, I'll find a place where no one is crying. I didn't want to believe in you before, but now I expect there to be ghosts in the world. Except for the stool to relieve himself, no one can share the pressure in worry.