If someone close to you dies, are you afraid of their corpse?

Thank you for meeting me! If a loved one dies, are you afraid of their remains? First of all, I can say for sure, no! Watching a relative who you grew up with suddenly pass away one day, you will only feel pain and reluctance in your heart. How can you be afraid? Let me tell you from my personal experience!

In 2003, I was serving in the army. One day I was on duty and received a call from my father. The father on the other end of the phone, with a trembling voice, asked me if I could go home and asked if my mother was okay. I wanted to see me for the last time, so I told my father that I was on duty and could only ask for leave after I was done. Then I pretended to be extremely complicated and persisted until I got off the sentry post, asking for leave from my captain. After the captain fully understood my situation After that, I called the Chief of Staff and the Military Affairs Section, explained my special situation, and applied for a week's leave for me. Then I packed up in a hurry, grabbed a few changes of clothes, and went straight to the office. station!

It was past seven o'clock in the evening when I arrived at the hospital where my mother was staying. I quietly came to my mother's bedside and saw that my mother was already on her deathbed. She might have been waiting for me, so I endured it. I didn't let the tears stay and called me "Mom" a few times, and my mother agreed with me in a weak voice. My mother may have seen me coming back, and her spirits improved again in that moment. She told me a lot of things, and I remembered them one by one, so my mother stopped talking and lay on the bed to rest. I got up at five o'clock the next morning and came to my mother early, just to spend more time with her in the limited time. At nine o'clock in the morning, my mother said that she was hungry. I heard her say that she was hungry, so I went out. After he came back with porridge and fed his mother, it was already nine forty after finishing the meal. Then his mother lay there quietly without saying a word.

At 10:05 in the morning, due to systemic functional failure, my mother stopped breathing forever. I hugged my mother without crying. I only thought about the cancer that had tortured my mother for three years. Finally, my mother died. When they stop breathing, they will also die. My mother is finally free. I put her down and watch her lying quietly on the hospital bed, as if she was asleep. I have never been afraid in my heart, because this is when I was born. The mother who raised me, the mother who taught me how to be a human being all the time, the mother who worked hard all her life to raise me, was my guide into society and my guide in life! So facing her, no matter whether she is alive or dead, I can only feel grateful!

Seeing this question made me feel even sadder. Not only am I not afraid of the remains of my deceased relatives, on the contrary, I am even more reluctant to leave them. That was the third day after my wife passed away, just before she was cremated. I made a request to the staff of the funeral home: ask the staff to push my wife’s body out of the crystal coffin. Let me take a good look at her one last time. After my repeated requests, the staff agreed to my request. My wife's body was pushed out, and I rearranged her clothes and parts of her body from top to bottom. I kissed my wife's forehead and her face. He arranged his wife's hair repeatedly and combed his wife's hair for the last time. I don’t feel the slightest bit afraid of the remains of my loved ones, I just want to see their faces one more time. Farewell, a real farewell.

One night in the late autumn of 1998, without any warning, my 63-year-old father suddenly committed suicide by taking poison. I remember it was three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and I was sleeping soundly. When I heard my mother calling my name heartbreakingly in the backyard, I felt that something was wrong.

When I ran to the yard wearing cotton pants, I found my father lying on the cold floor of the kitchen in the northernmost room of the wing. I shouted wildly and rushed over, lying on my father's body and calling him. My father had no reaction. I used my hands to test whether he was breathing. I found that he was no longer breathing. I tried to perform CPR on my father, but found that it was too late and my father's cheeks were already cold. The father was lying on the ground as if he was asleep, with a peaceful face. Next to him was a bottle of pesticide that had been drained.

I wiped away my tears and sat on the ground. After a long time, my mother pulled me up. I moved a summer bed in the yard, took off the door panel and spread it on the summer bed. Together with the neighbors, they carried my father to the cooling bed and found a towel to cover his face. At this moment, I was kneeling beside my father's bed, crying uncontrollably.

I don’t know how long I cried. It was getting brighter and the neighbors came to the house to help. My mother endured her grief and made her father's shroud with her own hands (my mother was a tailor). In the morning, the relatives who came over after hearing the news gathered together to dress my father in the newly made shroud and put on the newly bought hat and shoes. My cousin asked me to wash my father’s feet and put on socks. When I took off my father’s socks and washed my father’s feet, I felt my father’s cold feet and it felt like I was back in my childhood when my father used to wash my feet in the same way.

According to the custom in my hometown, the funeral took three days. The next day, my father was cremated. Holding a small urn, I saw that my 63-year-old father had turned into a handful of white ashes, and I really felt that The shortness of life’s journey.

From the moment my father passed away to the time when my father lay in the urn, I stayed with him for three days without feeling anything and I cried all my tears. I cried three times because I was too sad (my father’s cousin, my uncle, told me later).

I didn’t feel any fear or fear for three days because he was my father.

But on the night of the third day, when I went to return the rented quilt at my neighbor’s house 200 meters away, I walked into a dark and narrow alley, and there seemed to be someone’s footsteps in the quiet alley. Following behind, I felt that my hair had stood up, so I ran away. I breathed a sigh of relief when I ran to the door of my house, and I dared to look back. At that moment, for the first time, I really felt what it was like to be terrified, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

After my father’s cremation, the urn has been placed in a house in the backyard. Every time I went to the backyard to get something, I would rush over and run away, feeling very panicked. I told my mother that she would make me feel better if she asked me to talk more in front of my father. So during the period after my father was cremated until the "May 7th" burning ceremony, I went to see my father's portrait every day and the wooden box containing my favorite relatives. During that time, because of the immense guilt and longing for my father, I smoked three packs of cigarettes a day at a young age.

After burning "May 7th" for my father according to family custom, I went out to work. After all, my mother is already 60 years old. After my father passed away, the mountain behind me collapsed, and I could only rely on myself for the rest of my life.

During the Spring Festival of 1999, I spent a holiday without my father with my mother, brother and sister, and I continued my journey to work. On the eve of Qingming Festival in 1999, my father's urn was delivered to the ground. When I came back during the Dragon Boat Festival, the grass on my father's grave had grown very lush. When I got home, I put down my luggage and went straight to the field where my father was buried. There were still three or four hundred meters to go before I reached the field. When I saw my father's cemetery from a distance, I already burst into tears. I stayed in front of my father's grave for three hours that morning, and I said all the things I hadn't said to my father until I was 26 years old. It's a pity that I can no longer see my father's kind face, honest smile, and hear that my father is not worried. Slowly exhorted.

To this day, my father has left me for twenty-one years, and his face is still deeply engraved in my memory. Every time I go home to visit my father’s grave, I can’t restrain my heart. of sadness. My father's death also brought me a lifetime of regret and guilt. My father left in such a hurry, and I didn't have a day to honor him, and he didn't see me getting married. I still live in the debt and self-blame towards my father. Maybe I will be relieved when one day I also leave this world.

I hope that in the next life, I still want to be my father’s son and a sensible child. Although I married a wife and had children in other places and lived for more than 20 years, I once asked my son that when I leave this world one day, he would send me back to my hometown in Anhui and bury me next to my father and accompany him forever.

Every time I think of my father, or when I hear the song "Dad" by Wang Feng, or when I see other people's father and son having fun in life or in movies and TV dramas, I miss my father more and more. Strong, the mood also dims.

The person who asks such a question must be a child, at least psychologically, and has grown older in vain.

When a relative who lives with you day and night dies, who would be afraid except for being extremely reluctant to leave. I personally believe that only by experiencing the separation of life and death from loved ones can a person understand what maturity is, what sadness is, and understand that there is nothing important in this world except life and death.

When my father passed away, as the eldest son, I personally helped him wash and change his clothes, and I stayed alone in front of his funeral for a few nights to observe mourning.

At that time, what I thought the most about was why my father left us just when the time was right, and brought us up through hardships, but in the end he never enjoyed any blessings from us. How I wanted him to suddenly stand up and say that he was not dead.

Although I am an atheist, during those nights of mourning, I seemed to hear the sound of gongs and drums coming from far away. Later I asked others if they heard it, and they all said no. . I've been wondering if God couldn't stand it and felt that my father had worked hard all his life but didn't enjoy the blessings of his children, so he arranged such a grand ceremony to welcome him.

So, the questioner, you should not be afraid, and you don’t have to be afraid. Relatives are relatives, whether they are alive or dead.

What are your relatives afraid of! Eight years ago, the night my old mother passed away, I held her body and held her hand and lay together twenty-three days ago, all night long! Twenty-three days ago, my husband died of liver cancer and he was so skinny! When he was dying, I held his cold hand, kept stroking his severely disfigured face, kissed him again and again, and kissed him again and again! It hurts beyond measure! When it came time for the cremation in the funeral home, my family was afraid that I would grieve too much, so when they checked the body, they wouldn't let me in, but I had to go in! When I saw him being pushed out of the freezer, I felt nothing but love, care and piercing sadness! When we arrived at the farewell hall, I held his feet tightly and couldn't bear to let go! When I looked up, I saw the water droplets seeping out due to the temperature difference. No one could hold it back and gently sucked it up with a paper towel! Since there were still two days before the burial, we took the ashes home and placed them in the mourning hall, and talked to him to express our thoughts. Every night when I go to bed, I will caress the urn and portrait and say to him, if he knows anything, follow me and we will meet in dreams! Once we leave, we will be separated forever, and there will be no chance to see each other again! It would be scary not to cherish the last time you have with your loved ones! What's there to be afraid of? Dearest relatives! Even if it is true that you can turn into a ghost, is it possible that he will harm you? It has been twenty-three days, and every day I hope that my husband can enter my dreams!

No. Because they are relatives, you feel that they will not harm you or scare you; if they are strangers, then you will feel very scary: because you feel that they will harm you and scare you just like they did when you were alive.

Therefore, fear or not is just a psychological feeling. Everything is created by the mind, and everything is just an illusion of the heart. Mountains, rivers, land, grass, trees, fish and insects, good people and bad people, sadness, love, infatuation and unfeeling ...Everything is a creation of the heart, and this world has been formed since time immemorial.

Don’t be afraid. My father left us on April 1st this year. I feel terribly sad. We have a burial here. He lies in a crystal coffin and keeps vigil at night. When I am alone, I will lift the I opened the cloth on the crystal coffin, looked at him, and finally entered the coffin. I still held his hand and held his face with both hands. I was only heartbroken, not afraid. Now I use the cup that my father drank from when he was alive. Dad I use his mobile phone number, and I also use my father’s face towel. Every time I go back to my hometown, my mother and I sleep on my father’s bed (my mother has a brain hemorrhage and has an IQ like a two-year-old child). There are a few things in the room. Dad's clothes when he was alive. Every time I go back, I will hug his clothes and smell the clothes hard to feel that dad is still there... It would be great if people really have souls after death, so that dad can come back. It's up to us...

I couldn't help but burst into tears when I heard this question.

Why are you afraid? That is our closest relative, the cruelest separation of life and death, and the heart-breaking pain that is unforgettable! I remember that my father passed away. I felt like the sky was falling and I couldn't bear it. I touched my father's cold body and called him countless times, begging him to look at my daughter again and love my daughter again. But even though I miss my father in every way, I still can't. Open your eyes... Two years ago, my mother passed away again. Before she died, I stood by my mother's side. My heart felt broken. Don't blind my eyes with tears. Mom is not afraid. My children will accompany you on your last journey. I held my mother's hand tightly and let her touch my daughter's cheek for the last time. Mom, I really couldn't bear to let her go! My mother finally closed her eyes peacefully, and my world collapsed. I had no right to cry at that time. I held back the huge grief in my heart. With the help of my brothers, I washed my face and wiped my body for the last time, feeling my mother's last body temperature. I hugged my 92-year-old mother and my body and heart seemed to melt. Mom, you don’t want me anymore! Never mind me again! How could I let go of my mother! I'm so scared. No matter how many times I call, my heartbroken mother will never hear her again... I really can't write anymore... I just pray that my mother can often come into my dreams and comfort my daughter's missing heart! Mom and daughter miss you! Miss you! I still miss you...

My father passed away at three o'clock in the morning. The Internet was available every night, but that night the Internet was suddenly disconnected. I fell asleep and suddenly woke up, thinking to myself Why didn't I hear my dad's voice? When I went to see him, he was no longer breathing, so I found his clothes and shroud. Before my dad died, I heard other old people say that it's better to do it while the body is still warm. Then my boyfriend and I dressed him. After we finished, I called my uncle, my father's brother. Then my boyfriend held my father in the main room, and I kept kneeling like that. , at 4:30, the lights in the house suddenly broke and it was completely dark. I was burning money paper at that time. My boyfriend said he was burning money, so I went to call my uncle. We found a ladder, and my uncle climbed up the ladder. Make a new light bulb, my uncle is on top, my father is below, my boyfriend and I are next to my father, zero distance. In fact, you are not afraid of your relatives at all, as long as you are filial to him and don't feel sorry for him when he is alive. You yourself won't feel afraid, filial piety comes first, treat your parents well while they are still alive, and don't regret it later,

A little afraid. My dad left late on the first day and didn’t notify anyone after putting it in the coffin. My brother went to bed because he was not in good health (he also left). My sister-in-law also went to bed after asking me a lot of questions. That night I stayed alone in a big room watching over my dad. I fell asleep in the middle of the night. Then I woke up and saw a cat under the coffin. I was startled and shivered involuntarily. The cat was also staring at me. . I forced myself to say silently in my heart: Dad, you must protect your daughter. He got up and chased away the cat, and gave Dad a stick of incense. If it hadn't been for my biological father, (of course I wouldn't be keeping vigil alone), I probably would have fainted.